Windmills

My friends hubby posted a blog about his drive form Iowa to Wisconsin. He wrote quite nicely and made me think about my dad.
He has been gone since 1993.Before he died he had carved me a windmill out of walnut.I was always saying..."I spy a windmill" and in Iowa,that is all the time. So, while I was upstairs in my room, my dad would be carving this windmill in secret because he wanted to give it to me for Christmas. All need to realize that "secret" in my family is the hardest word in the dictionary,next to "sorry"!
Well, it was the best surprise I have ever had at Christmas. Not one has beat it yet, my hubby has came the closest,with a set of horseshoe earrings,necklace, and bracelet to match. ;-)

I keep that windmill in a glass/oak case that was made for me by an "x boyfriend" solely for the windmill.
Nice memories,I am so glad I visited their blog...Along with nice little stories, they post recipes and all sorts of goodies about anything at all,
http://jjmeyer.blogspot.com/