Hello! I’m Lindy and I love helping people have a harmonious and beautiful home life. I want to inspire you with seasonal past times, daily pleasures and holiday celebrations.

Like most of you, we have a busy life, full of activities. At the end of those days that we drive from place to place, there is nothing better than coming back to the home that we have created.

My tagline, Home; an island, a refuge, a haven of love – is my motto. I want to help you make it your motto too.

I believe you design the world you live in and that you have more control over your life than you know!

Who am I?  Well, I’m glad you asked. I am an Author, Artist, Herbalist & Teacher of the Home Arts living nestled in the woods of the Carolina Piedmont. I am a wife of nearly 25 years, a veteran homeschool mother of 3, an Aquarian Sun, Pisces Moon & Enneagram 4. As a hobby, I work as a commercial actress. You can see some of my work here.

Someone recently asked about my tagline- Home: an island, a refuge, a haven of Love, and from where it came. I could write you the extended version because I’m an old storyteller from way back, but I will shorten it for you;

It came from a TV show called The Waltons.

And for those who want the lengthy version…

I spent a lot of time at my Grandparents’ home in Nashville, Tennessee, during the 1970s. One of my favorite things to do was to get a good bath after supper and coloring my bathwater with McCormick’s food coloring. I would then sit on the couch with my Grandmother (aka Memmy) and watch the Waltons. Even after I was a married woman, I would still go by her house after work and eat a bite and watch Walton reruns with her.

One of my favorite episodes was called The Actress in which a traveling actress and her friends get stuck on Waltons Mountain for a time. While she was there, she put on a play for the town. John Boy (the writer of the family) wrote a poem for “the Actress” to recite on stage. Well, that poem struck a chord with me. I searched the library for “Poems by Earl Hamner” (writer of the Waltons) but never had any luck finding it.

One late autumn morning, I was home with my newborn baby and had the Waltons playing in the background. Suddenly, I noticed “the Actress” was going to recite that poem! I quickly called my Uncle Johnny in Tennessee (I was in Texas at the time) and asked him to record it on his VCR for me. Uncle Johnny was always at the ready when someone needed help like that. Well, a week later. That VHS tape arrived in my mailbox and I was finally able to listen, write, press pause, then play again until I wrote that poem out.

It gets better and more meaningful every time I read it.

My aunt Deena asked me to read it at my Grandmother’s funeral a few years ago. I didn’t recite it quite as well as “the Actress” because you know, busted up heart and lump in my throat.

Below is the whole poem. I think you will understand why I love it so much. Read it and see if it resonates with you, and if you’ve made it this far – thank you for stopping by.


At night, across the mountain, when darkness falls and the wind sweeps down out of the hollows, the wild things with their shiny eyes come to the edge of the clearing.

At such an hour, the house seems safe and warm. An island of light and love in a sea of darkness. At such an hour, the word HOME must have come into being; dreamed up by some creature that never knew a home.

In his yearning, there must have come to mind the vision of a mother’s face, a father’s deep voice, the aroma of fresh-baked bread, sunshine in a window, the muted sounds of rain on a roof, the sigh of death, the crying of a newborn babe and voices calling, goodnight.

Home; an island, a refuge, a haven of Love.

-Earl Hamner.