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Bella Dellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03287127945623070898noreply@blogger.com90tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1814093805678165540.post-6744367883745450772011-08-28T10:05:00.002-04:002011-08-28T10:27:17.124-04:00Whether (weather) or notI thought after a week of an earthquake, aftershocks, and a hurricane that it was time to say hello. I am never sure whether or not I am ready to be back here. And there is no reason for that...just a busy life like everyone else.
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<br />Yesterday was filled with rain and wind but this morning the sun is shining so happily. It feels really good. I've been out since early this morning in my new green rain boots with rake in hand. The little farm is a mess. But I like putting things back together again.
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<br />I felt so dramatic buying those new boots on Friday afternoon. We get a little silly here on the East coast with storms. Any storms. People by bread and milk whether or not they need it or even use them on a normal basis. I went out for tortilla chips, Little Debbie cakes (you know, the essentials), and threw some boots in the cart. I felt really silly. But people were too busy fighting over D batteries to care whether or not I was buying boots.
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<br />I am headed back outside now. I like making order out of a little bit of chaos. And whether or not I get it all done today doesn't matter.
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<br />It will all be waiting for me tomorrow and the next day...just like this little blog, whether or not I am ready. Bella Dellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03287127945623070898noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1814093805678165540.post-9270941397008342612011-04-10T08:27:00.003-04:002011-04-10T08:35:37.507-04:00Sunday bestAs I sit here this morning the fog is lifting- both outside and in my head. It's wet and dreary and I suppose a good time for sleeping in. I just can't sleep my weekends away, though. Or any other day, really. I'm at my best in the morning. <br /><br /><a title="Untitled by Bella Della Farm, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/belladellasfarm/5600787459/"><img alt="" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5307/5600787459_1c194ef181_b.jpg" width="600" height="800" /></a> <br /><br />I've been outside to feed the birds. I took the trash out. I'm even taunting Mother Nature with some stuff out on the clothesline. <br /><br />I'm hoping she's just sleeping in and will soon wake up with her Sunday best- blue skies and sunshine. I have flowers to plant and things to spray paint.Bella Dellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03287127945623070898noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1814093805678165540.post-17992914242162535582011-04-06T15:33:00.003-04:002011-04-06T16:24:21.593-04:00Seeing RedTarget is my home away from home. But last night it was anything but home sweet home. <br /><br />Perhaps someone was wise to my wicked ways. I bought two dresses recently at full price- $27.99 each. Gasp. It's not often that something comes home with me without the red sticker tag. Let's blame that on an unused Christmas giftcard. And perhaps temporary insanity. <br /><br />On Sunday I open the ad and there is my dress staring at me. Taunting me with $17.99. But mine were still in the closet. Still had the tags. Apparently Mother Nature meant for me to get the sale price. The weather has been anything but dress friendly. <br /><br />So, yesterday I threw those dresses in a bag, grabbed my receipt and walked out with $58.00 on another giftcard. That was around 8am. <br /><br />My plan was to swoop back in at 5pm and get those dresses back. And I did. They were waiting for me. Oh- did I mention I had two $2 off Target dress coupons? Oh yes, I did.<br /> <br />Um, did I mention I had another 40 or so coupons for other stuff? I did. I was armed with a meticulous list and a plan. <br /><br /><a title="Untitled by Bella Della Farm, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/belladellasfarm/4399226294/"><img style="WIDTH: 700px; HEIGHT: 490px" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2750/4399226294_03073065c7_o.jpg" width="800" height="600" /></a> <br /><br />That plan did not include a team meeting in the toothpaste aisle. A meeting that ran out of that aisle and blocked one of the clearance end caps. I know. Don't get me started...oh wait, too late for that. <br /><br />I believe that perhaps there was a better time for this meeting, like not during after work errand rush hour. And perhaps a better place. Like anywhere that I didn't need to be. <br /><br />But I do now know how to stock a Target shelf and that Brian's birthday is on Friday and that Betty is celebrating 5 years with the company. Perhaps the greeting card aisle next time? <br /><br />I somehow managed to negotiate the Target togetherness and grab 3 tubes of Colgate. But it wasn't without a serious amount of eye rolling. And head shakes. And loud sighs. <br /><br />So guess what, when everyone is in the toothpaste aisle it doesn't leave a lot of folk for the registers. I had two choices, the teenage boy or the teenage girl. Both seemed less than stoked to be anywhere near Target. <br /><br />Did I mention I had coupons? And had two separate transactions planned. I did. Oh, and a giftcard. <br /><br />Transaction #1. I hand her the giftcard and she scans it and throws it in the trash. Are you kidding me? And then we go dumpster diving at register 6. Funny, there were A LOT of other giftcards in there. Who would have thought? After about 10 tries we found mine. Fun. <br /><br />Transaction #2. She scans everything in s-l-o-w m-o-t-i-o-n. Apparently her previous job was at my local theater concession stand. You know, when you are about to miss the previews. But I digress... <br /><br />Everything is bagged and in my cart. Coupon time. At this point anyone and everyone in line behind me leaves. Fine. <br /><br />I hand her the pile of coupons and I watch the screen ready to pounce. If you are a Target coupon user you know their computers are challenging. And so am I. Not a good mix. <br /><br />Immediately it started saying that the items were not there. Oh for the love of...<br /><br />She wanted to search through my bags. Well, she'd have to kill me first. I stepped between her and the cart. Them were fightin words. <br /><br />She didn't touch the bags. And I saved $58.00. Which ironically was what I got back for returning the dresses. <br /><br />Those damn dresses.Bella Dellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03287127945623070898noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1814093805678165540.post-72137393237614923002011-04-01T06:24:00.005-04:002011-04-02T12:20:33.599-04:00Skipping schoolI'm up early this morning as usual. And as usual I hit the snooze button at least 5 times. Good thing I set the alarm extra early to allow for that fun. I could make that an Olympic sport...with my eyes closed and one arm tied behind my back. <br /><br />Usually I'd be laying out my jeans and making sure I have the $2.09 for my large vanilla iced coffee from <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">McDonalds</span>. It's my rite of passage into the weekend. It's what Fridays were made for. <br /><br />But I'm skipping school today. And by skipping I mean I took a vacation day and by school I mean work. But school references abound when I refer to my daily routine. I still call them school nights. I swear I think the bell is going to ring in my building at 5pm.<br /><br /> <a title="Untitled by Bella Della Farm, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/belladellasfarm/5527219388/"><img alt="" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5172/5527219388_1cf5549e36_z.jpg" width="480" height="640" /></a> <br /><br />But anyway...I'm skipping school. I'm putting on my jeans and lacing up my sneakers and heading out with the Fella. And we are going to run around the amusement park today like teenagers. And by run I mean walk and by teenagers I mean...well, I don't know what I mean.<br /><br />It's Friday. Enough said. I hope you do something fun before the bell rings. I hope you skip out early and get your weekend started.Bella Dellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03287127945623070898noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1814093805678165540.post-71897604953758156672011-03-29T14:06:00.008-04:002011-03-29T19:28:07.228-04:00Feels good<div align="left">I felt like I was wearing the same outfit every single day. Logging on here was like walking into a room that was way overdue for my typical move this, move that overhaul. I was itching to move things around. So I did. <br /><br />And now it's a happy sigh to walk into my little corner of this blog universe. It feels good. I hope you like it too. <br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/belladellasfarm/5527238686/" title="Untitled by Bella Della Farm, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5255/5527238686_27b0d15499_z.jpg" width="480" height="640" alt="" /></a><br /><br />I wrote a press release today for work. And it wasn't lost on me that I can actually say that I went to school for this. I usually say that sarcastically while rolling my eyes and pulling out my hair over yet another mail merge. Not one single Communications professor of mine ever said a word about name tags. Then again, I think we might have all changed majors. <br /><br />Today felt good. I liked seeing my name next to the word <strong>CONTACT</strong>. I like saying I'm in charge. If you know me, this is not news to you. <br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/belladellasfarm/5527239902/" title="Untitled by Bella Della Farm, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5054/5527239902_24e6cacd3d_z.jpg" width="480" height="640" alt="" /></a><br /><br />I was standing in line at the grocery store the other night and the lady in front of me asked to use my discount card. I obliged of course. Two words- cheaper gas. She then turned to look me up and down and announced that I looked like the AFTER on one of those makeover shows. I laughed. What an interesting choice for a compliment. That was a compliment, right? <br /><br />I wondered if she has glimpsed a bit of BEFORE in my bathroom mirror. But I left the store smiling and it felt good. <br /><br />I have one of my favorites sayings up on my banner now.... <br /><strong><em>because when you stop and look around, this life is pretty amazing</em></strong>. <br />And life feels so good. <br /><br />A bit random today, I know. <br />But random feels good. </div>Bella Dellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03287127945623070898noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1814093805678165540.post-81875815054440107452011-03-15T15:53:00.001-04:002011-03-15T15:56:13.709-04:00SmileJust something to make you smile. <br /><br /><a title="forsythia by Bella Della Farm, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/belladellasfarm/5526648683/"><img style="WIDTH: 700px; HEIGHT: 967px" alt="forsythia" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5136/5526648683_438634255a_b.jpg" width="768" height="1024" /></a><br /><br />Are you having a good day?Bella Dellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03287127945623070898noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1814093805678165540.post-83174086735504046572011-03-14T13:53:00.003-04:002011-03-14T16:44:51.723-04:00How NOT to tell your husband you don't like his sausageThis is the Fella smiling after cooking us lunch. Consider this the before photo. I do not have an after. Only the one burned in my memory.<br /><br /><a title="The Fella Cooks by Bella Della Farm, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/belladellasfarm/5527236714/"><img style="WIDTH: 701px; HEIGHT: 1007px" alt="The Fella Cooks" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5011/5527236714_74eae86b8d_b.jpg" width="768" height="1024" /></a><br /><br />He asked his mom for the recipe and made it all on his own. The Fella doesn't generally cook. As in NEVER. He grills, he microwaves, he orders pizza. He doesn't cook. But lately he's been inspired to give it a try. And I love that. Love him.<br /><br />Saturday we went out and bought all the ingredients. Everything looked good- the rice, the tomatoes. But this part got me.<br /><br /><a title="sausage by Bella Della Farm, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/belladellasfarm/5527234018/"><img style="WIDTH: 701px; HEIGHT: 978px" alt="sausage" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5131/5527234018_b5771d391e_b.jpg" width="768" height="1024" /></a><br /><br />Kielbasa. Beef Kielbasa. I can do it, I thought. It's just an giant <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">hotdog</span>. I like <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">hotdogs</span>- fried to a crisp and smothered on a bun. Could that rice and tomato make me forget?<br /><br />He served up a small portion on my plate. I smiled through several bites of everything but kielbasa. And then I took a teeny tiny bite. I chewed. It got bigger. I chewed more. This wasn't going well.<br /><br />And then I did it.<br />After my adorable Fella worked so hard and made us lunch...<br />I spit in out in a napkin in front of him.<br />I did.<br /><br />That my friends is how <strong>NOT</strong> to tell your husband you don't like his sausage.<br /><br />He has since forgiven me and I was allowed to kiss my cook. Though I can promise I will never hear the end of it. That's how we roll.Bella Dellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03287127945623070898noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1814093805678165540.post-43459370787018279822011-03-09T15:52:00.004-05:002011-03-09T16:17:17.563-05:00SunlightIt seems funny to be writing about sunlight on a day that is so dark I've thought it was bedtime since I got up.<br /><br />It seems funny because I'm sort of twisted and love cloudy days. Sometimes I prefer them.<br /><br />Funny because you generally need a flashlight to get around my house or office or anywhere you find me spending large amounts of time. I'm not a fan of overhead lighting and fluorescent light generally sends me into convulsions.<br /><br /><a title="sunlight by Bella Della Farm, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/belladellasfarm/5513131194/"><img style="WIDTH: 654px; HEIGHT: 683px" alt="sunlight" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5295/5513131194_06ea468f68_b.jpg" width="1024" height="1024" /></a><br /><br />But Spring means that extra hour....and then two or three after I get home. I witness the flaming sky and fleeting sun but not through my dirty windshield. I get to be me when I get home. Playing in the yard. Taking clothes off the line. Pulling weeds. Taking pictures.<br /><br />I get to do the things that I desire...that pile up after a long day of being stuck behind a desk. After the long commute the little farm is still awake and waiting for me.<br /><br />I'm ready to Spring forward.<br />Are you?Bella Dellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03287127945623070898noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1814093805678165540.post-15234056650770131482011-03-08T14:13:00.004-05:002011-03-08T14:30:34.666-05:00BackBack to routines. I love those.<br />Back to normal. Whatever that means.<br />Back to blogging. <br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/belladellasfarm/5510132870/" title="Untitled by Bella Della Farm, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5176/5510132870_f438454dfa_b.jpg" width="600" height="800" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Are you ready to come back to the little farm? <br />I've missed you.Bella Dellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03287127945623070898noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1814093805678165540.post-54233530685313273242011-01-10T21:40:00.003-05:002011-01-10T21:52:21.183-05:00AmnesiaI think I need to just get on here and write before I forget how. It seems my Christmas amnesia exploded into all out blog amnesia.<br /><br />All the Christmas decorations are put away...just yesterday, actually.<br /><br />And as I sit here I still have no idea what to write about.<br />No pictures to show you.<br /><br />The truth is I'm busy.<br /><br />I work in a very small office and back in November we went from four to three. I won't lie- it's something I sort of wished for. I wished for it in the way that I needed more. More to do. More challenge. My long dormant ambition needed a spark. I've known that for a long time.<br /><br />Careful what you wish for.<br /><br />I'm busy. Extra work. Extra hours. Extra stress.<br />I forgot what all that was like. Another amnesia of sorts.<br />But you know what...I forgot how good it felt.<br />And I forgot how good this felt.<br />Back soon, friends.Bella Dellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03287127945623070898noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1814093805678165540.post-65204643674796013692010-12-08T14:27:00.003-05:002010-12-08T14:46:35.065-05:00Christmas AmnesiaChristmas has thrown up all over my living room. That image ain't exactly pretty...and well, neither is the little farm at the moment.<br /><br />There are legions of nutcrackers not yet in formation. There are boxes that I will open with more anticipation and surprise than those that find their way under the tree. I swear I have some sort of Christmas decoration amnesia.<br /><br />The Fella does. I know this because of the conversation we have every year. And by conversation I'm referring to him standing at the bottom of the attic ladder repeating-<br /><br /><em><strong>This better be the last one</strong></em>.<br /><br />Thank goodness he can't see me standing at the top of the ladder. I'm pretty sure I'm wearing an expression that screams one of those fiber optic trees at the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">CVS</span> register would look really good with my bowl of festive Hershey kisses.<br /><br /><a title="Untitled by Bella Della Farm, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/belladellasfarm/5244150103/"><img alt="" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5162/5244150103_46ed42fc31_z.jpg" width="640" height="548" /></a><br /><br />I opened one box last night and admired the adorable little mouse ornament perched on top. Of course I wasn't surprised when I didn't remember buying the little guy.<br /><br />And then he ran out of the box. Eek.<br />Good thing we have six cats....who don't know a darn thing 'bout catching mice.<br /><br />It's a good thing I'll forget about all of this before next year comes around.Bella Dellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03287127945623070898noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1814093805678165540.post-346689141206601672010-12-07T10:12:00.003-05:002010-12-07T10:24:58.611-05:00The Perfect StormI ventured out on Saturday afternoon to run errands. Around 4pm the flakes started falling. And then I did what I always do when this happens- alert <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">BellaMomma</span>. She had already been alerted.<br /><br />Sunday morning dawned like this...<br /><br /><a title="Untitled by Bella Della Farm, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/belladellasfarm/5240196500/"><img alt="" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5290/5240196500_ff1d13e011_b.jpg" width="600" height="800" /></a><br /><br /><a title="Untitled by Bella Della Farm, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/belladellasfarm/5240191186/"><img alt="" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5205/5240191186_1237213457_b.jpg" width="600" height="800" /></a><br /><br /><a title="Untitled by Bella Della Farm, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/belladellasfarm/5240192912/"><img alt="" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5165/5240192912_2933fd49e2_b.jpg" width="600" height="800" /></a><br /><br /><a title="Untitled by Bella Della Farm, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/belladellasfarm/5239602119/"><img alt="" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5281/5239602119_4891af920d_b.jpg" width="600" height="800" /></a><br /><br /><a title="Untitled by Bella Della Farm, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/belladellasfarm/5239592321/"><img alt="" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5250/5239592321_379baa58a0_b.jpg" width="600" height="800" /></a><br /><br /><a title="Untitled by Bella Della Farm, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/belladellasfarm/5240186762/"><img alt="" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5001/5240186762_471ef89e63_b.jpg" width="600" height="800" /></a><br /><br /><a title="Untitled by Bella Della Farm, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/belladellasfarm/5239586511/"><img alt="" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5090/5239586511_59eb49ac50_b.jpg" width="600" height="800" /></a><br /><br /><a title="Untitled by Bella Della Farm, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/belladellasfarm/5239582135/"><img alt="" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5208/5239582135_20b8c3568a_b.jpg" width="600" height="800" /></a><br /><br /><a title="Untitled by Bella Della Farm, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/belladellasfarm/5240177214/"><img alt="" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5284/5240177214_5e587ae523_b.jpg" width="600" height="800" /></a><br /><br />And by late morning it was gone. The perfect storm.Bella Dellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03287127945623070898noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1814093805678165540.post-12040165602787175062010-12-01T12:26:00.002-05:002010-12-01T12:36:20.242-05:00I didn't mean toI didn't mean to be gone so long. I never do.<br /><br />Seeing the green in these photos shows me the weeks that have passed. The green is gone and covered with leaves.<br /><br />What better way to mark my return than with a another wonderful quilt find. I won't bore you with the price, but it was less than five dollars. I think it might make a lovely tree skirt. I love using things like this for Christmas.<br /><br /><a title="Quilt by Bella Della Farm, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/belladellasfarm/5221363020/"><img alt="Quilt" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4131/5221363020_b92df6a2a5_z.jpg" width="480" height="640" /></a><br /><br /><a title="Quilt 2 by Bella Della Farm, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/belladellasfarm/5220771079/"><img alt="Quilt 2" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4147/5220771079_bd1a18fee5_z.jpg" width="440" height="640" /></a><br /><br /><a title="Quilt 4 by Bella Della Farm, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/belladellasfarm/5221376678/"><img alt="Quilt 4" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4135/5221376678_4737dfe245_z.jpg" width="480" height="640" /></a><br /><br />And speaking of that...the only decorations I have out is a bowl of red, green and silver Hershey Kisses. That's a good start, right? Oh- and a bag of red and green M&Ms. They somehow hopped into my cart at Target. I didn't mean to.Bella Dellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03287127945623070898noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1814093805678165540.post-65380379897897967422010-11-16T09:40:00.002-05:002010-11-16T10:02:37.776-05:00Rainy dayIt's the sort of day that lends itself to naps and all day pajamas. I'll think about those things as I sit at my desk today. Of course it doesn't take a rainy day for those thoughts to invade.<br /><br /><a title="Rainy day by Bella Della Farm, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/belladellasfarm/5181327003/"><img alt="Rainy day" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4108/5181327003_80ac9e9ce0_z.jpg" width="640" height="531" /></a><br /><br />I might not be at home today but I'll relish the chance to wear my new red rain coat and open my bright green umbrella from Target. I'll cherish the sound of raindrops hitting the tin roof of the store when I took the trash out this morning.<br /><br />It's a beautiful day.<br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Photo taken from through the window of my truck this morning. </span></em>Bella Dellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03287127945623070898noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1814093805678165540.post-79289007232314745182010-11-12T09:06:00.002-05:002010-11-12T09:14:11.333-05:00All work and no playSo goes life, right?<br /><br />I've been up to my eyeballs with work for the last month or so. While a little time was left for things like blogging, I always seemed zapped of the creativity and the motivation.<br /><br /><a title="Untitled by Bella Della Farm, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/belladellasfarm/5075308401/"><img height="800" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4014/5075308401_019d4e82de_b.jpg" width="600" /></a><br /><br />Well, now it's time to play.<br /><br />Today I have the house to myself and if you know me at all you know how much I love these hours of alone time with no plans at all.<br /><br />I have furniture that needs rearranging and a stack of magazines to read. I might take a walk with the camera. I don't know. I love not knowing.<br /><br />How are you? Have you been working or playing?Bella Dellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03287127945623070898noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1814093805678165540.post-11895040556255212402010-10-29T08:00:00.000-04:002010-10-29T08:00:06.583-04:00Scary beautifulI'm afraid of spiders.<br />I'd like to think that in turn, spiders are very afraid of me.<br />And my shoes. You know, the last thing they generally see.<br />I'd like to think that word gets around. <br /><br />They scare me.<br />And the fact I find these photos so beautiful-<br />VERY SCARY.<br /><br />Her legs remind me of candy corn.<br /><br />By the way, this is the place where you should figure out that there are a bunch of spider photos below. And a really pretty web. Don't say I didn't warn you. <br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/belladellasfarm/5121102592/" title="Spider side shot by Bella Della Farm, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4145/5121102592_899719290a_b.jpg" width="600" height="800" alt="Spider side shot" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/belladellasfarm/5120395759/" title="Untitled by Bella Della Farm, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1062/5120395759_c78b5231b3_b.jpg" width="600" height="800" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/belladellasfarm/5120997472/" title="Untitled by Bella Della Farm, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4125/5120997472_34a9f8d97c_b.jpg" width="600" height="800" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/belladellasfarm/5120995018/" title="Web by Bella Della Farm, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1101/5120995018_b6686a8fe8_b.jpg" width="600" height="800" alt="Web" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/belladellasfarm/5120992442/" title="Spider by Bella Della Farm, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1190/5120992442_85d4c480c7_b.jpg" width="600" height="800" alt="Spider" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/belladellasfarm/5120393381/" title="Untitled by Bella Della Farm, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4085/5120393381_2a0b35599a_b.jpg" width="600" height="800" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/belladellasfarm/5121105914/" title="Untitled by Bella Della Farm, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4113/5121105914_c211ddeb81_b.jpg" width="600" height="800" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/belladellasfarm/5120386145/" title="Spider Web by Bella Della Farm, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1059/5120386145_9ff9610b64_b.jpg" width="600" height="800" alt="Spider Web" /></a><br /><br />Happy Halloween!<br />I hope it's scary beautiful.Bella Dellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03287127945623070898noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1814093805678165540.post-82350341541526159962010-10-27T08:00:00.001-04:002010-10-27T08:00:15.341-04:00Don't have a pot to piss inOr do I?<br /><br />I was telling BellaMomma about this green enamel pot I recently scooped up at a thrift store- in their kitchen section.<br /><br />I paused in the middle of my story.<br /><br /><em>You don't think?<br />No, it couldn't be.</em><br /><br />As I was sitting their talking to my mom, this innocent green pot was on the stove at home. It occurred to me that perhaps it was in the wrong room. Know what I mean?<br /><br />We googled it. We laughed until, well, we 'bout peed in our pants.<br />I didn't mention it to the Fella. Afterall- I hadn't cooked anything in it...yet.<br /><br /><a title="Vintage Enamel Pot with lid by Bella Della Farm, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/belladellasfarm/5115453774/"><img alt="Vintage Enamel Pot with lid" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4129/5115453774_eb08acdb07_z.jpg" width="640" height="640" /></a><br /><br />So- what do you think?<br />Is this pot for vegetable soup or <strong>pee</strong> soup?Bella Dellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03287127945623070898noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1814093805678165540.post-33015281954620566552010-10-26T08:00:00.000-04:002010-10-26T08:00:05.553-04:00Sign of the timesJust an old sign.<br />Perfect for today.<br /><br />It reminds me of something that my mom and dad always say. You know the thing about the older you get the faster time flies.<br /><br /><a title="26 by Bella Della Farm, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/belladellasfarm/5115299808/"><img style="WIDTH: 685px; HEIGHT: 585px" alt="26" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1400/5115299808_0832687c75_b.jpg" width="702" height="600" /></a><br /><br />It's October 26 already. I'm not sure where it went- the month, the year. I know my weekends move at warp speed but the in between races by too.Bella Dellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03287127945623070898noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1814093805678165540.post-40321003594788952052010-10-25T10:45:00.002-04:002010-10-25T10:58:28.273-04:00Everything but the kitchen sinkEverything was working this weekend...but the kitchen sink. Which clogged when I had just made a pot of chili. I must share that it is not wise to drain hamburger grease in the sink. And yes, I do know better.<br /><br />It clogged while the family was over. They left smelling of Drano.<br /><br /><a title="Kitchen sink by Bella Della Farm, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/belladellasfarm/5113996665/"><img alt="Kitchen sink" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1341/5113996665_8cdbcf0650_b.jpg" width="600" height="800" /></a><br /><br />I thought the week would start out hectic. I thought I would be spending Monday morning calling plumbers and trying not to look at the stack of dirty dishes and piles of dirty laundry. Oh the joys of a washing machine in the kitchen.<br /><br />But I didn't.<br /><br />It all worked itself out. The clog. The cleaning. It's all free and clear.<br /><br />And so goes my mind too. Free and clear.<br />Anything clogging up your life these days?Bella Dellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03287127945623070898noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1814093805678165540.post-36601686487668536282010-10-12T13:22:00.003-04:002010-10-12T13:35:07.065-04:00Lunch breakSometimes I grab a bite from the Mexican cart.<br />Sometimes I pack my lunch and eat at my desk.<br />Sometimes you can find me in the park.<br />And sometimes I run <em>errands</em>.<br />This is what running <em>errands</em> looks like.<br /><br /><a title="Friday finds by Bella Della Farm, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/belladellasfarm/5075905520/"><img alt="Friday finds" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4092/5075905520_f363fca91e_b.jpg" width="600" height="800" /></a><br /><br />This is my haul from Friday's lunch break.<br />My favorite stores are not far from my office. I'm lucky like that.<br /><br />And then a funny thing happened when I was taking photos.<br />I made a pretty pillow.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/belladellasfarm/5075905826/" title="10-11-10 009 by Bella Della Farm, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4153/5075905826_3cc49480f1_b.jpg" width="600" height="800" alt="10-11-10 009" /></a><br /><br />That was easy.Bella Dellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03287127945623070898noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1814093805678165540.post-36177884083765000872010-10-08T08:00:00.000-04:002010-10-08T08:00:03.261-04:00My FellaI captured this photo of my Fella over the Summer. It's become a favorite of mine.<br /><br /><a title="the fella by Bella Della Farm, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/belladellasfarm/5060392256/"><img alt="the fella" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4084/5060392256_9c25809397_o.jpg" width="540" height="800" /></a><br /><br />He's a favorite of mine. And he's starting a new journey and I'm really proud of him.Bella Dellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03287127945623070898noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1814093805678165540.post-1878165680931166892010-10-07T12:54:00.004-04:002010-10-07T13:30:34.077-04:00Wallflowers<a title="Wallflowers- plates & trays by Bella Della Farm, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/belladellasfarm/4974503050/"><img alt="Wallflowers- plates & trays" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4108/4974503050_0e81735eb4_b.jpg" width="600" height="800" /></a><br /><br />Just some little farm pretties to make you smile today. I think we all have alot to smile about. After all- the weekend is almost here.Bella Dellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03287127945623070898noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1814093805678165540.post-56587102962317061492010-10-05T10:43:00.002-04:002010-10-05T11:12:42.433-04:00Practicing my pageant waveThe wonderful and talented <strong>Kathie Truitt </strong>of <strong>Hillbilly Debutante</strong> has named me her Hillbilly Debutante for the month of October. How cool is that?<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Check it out </span><a href="http://hillbillydebutante.blogspot.com/2010/10/hillbilly-debutante-of-month-october.html"><span style="font-size:130%;">here</span></a><span style="font-size:180%;">.<br /></span><br /><a title="Pumpkin Queen by Bella Della Farm, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/belladellasfarm/5036470222/"><img alt="Pumpkin Queen" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4108/5036470222_07b8b527d7_z.jpg" width="633" height="640" /></a><br /><br />If you are visiting from Kathie's blog...WELCOME. I'm so glad you stopped by. And you can find more photos on my Flickr account <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/belladellasfarm/">here</a>.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>Note- The Fella took that photo of me at a farmer's market on our road trip to Pittsburgh a few weeks ago. Sort of serendipitous.</em></span>Bella Dellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03287127945623070898noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1814093805678165540.post-18499104865172846992010-10-01T08:00:00.000-04:002010-10-01T08:00:02.815-04:00OctoberCan you believe it?<br /><br /><a title="Untitled by Bella Della Farm, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/belladellasfarm/5039740936/"><img style="WIDTH: 564px; HEIGHT: 688px" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4087/5039740936_f022639799_o.jpg" width="480" height="640" /></a><br /><br />I hope you have a wonderful Autumn weekend. Take a little time to just sit and enjoy life. I'll try to do the same.Bella Dellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03287127945623070898noreply@blogger.com13