Wreaths by Rhonda

03/07/2026

03/06/2026

I wrote this for a parent who lost their sweet child.

02/15/2026

The end table was a bedside lamp. You can stack two vertically and you have something different. It was all dark wood stain. I painted two old gold base lamps to match the vibe of the end tables and did a bit of antiquing. Then painted the end tables to look distressed. The chest of drawers I painted and decoupaged. I bought the end table and lamps at the furniture liquidation place above Macon.

02/01/2026

The older I get, the more I miss the smell of a freshly plowed field. The sun on my neck as I pick butterbeans. The feel of dirt between my toes as I shuck corn and listen to cows as they saunter lazily up to the fence to eat the remnants. Life was simple and good. There were no choices. It was just what you did.

01/22/2026

I have been a bit negligent. This is my small tree. It is only 6 foot. A wreath I made plus my mailbox wreath I made.