Rebecca Herself

You asked to meet Rebecca because I quote her so often.  She is my on-call cooking, parenting, sewing, and sanity hotline.

Driving to the farm at dusk. . .

the winter sunset out her kitchen window. . .

the window over the kitchen sink. . . (the little stand on the right is laminated hymns - you can flip to a hymn with your soapy, wet hand and sing the whole thing as you work.  Made by the clever Amish).

We'll be friends forever.