My Colonial Home's Challenge

Good morning and I am so happy you came by. It is always wonderful to have friends visit. You know the drift by now, and you know where the mugs are, but do you know there are pumpkin squares to go with it? It is the beginning of fall for us, when we have pumpkin squares. One of the things I love about your visit is the fact you make yourself at home. In my opinion  those kind of visitors are the best. Dasko loves it when you come by too, so come on in and lets visit, and I will tell you about Karens challenge to bloggers. She wanted us to post about why we started blogging and how we chose our blog name. To read about it run over and check out her blog  MY COLONIAL HOME.
 Well I have my second year coming up in October and it surprises me that I am still around. Never, ever thought I would last this long.I shared once on my blog and then when I was Tammy's SunPorch chat I shared again.Country Girl at Home.
However, if you missed those I will enlighten you.lol I was on Debs picture trail and she encouraged me to start my own. She thought I would enjoy doing that. I fought her tooth and toe nail and said I couldn't possibly. Well in the process of trying to do that, I came across how to start a blog, and the rest is history. I thought I will show her what I can do.lol  I did it to aggravate her! (I do love my daughter and we have a wonderful relationship) but I have to harass
her every once in a while. I had no idea anyone would follow me, much less read me. Who would care what I had to say? Who would enjoy any of my collections? Who would want to read me? Well, I am humbled by my read alongers, who have become friends. We are like a family rejoicing with successes, praying for one another, and laughing together. Now for the name. When "What is the name of your blog" popped up, I thought name? So I was sitting here.

This is where I am when I am on my computer or reading. I looked around to see what could I name my blog and I saw this.

My back door. Well every one who comes here enters the house this way.(Well that is everyone but the burglars) When you pull up the driveway this is what you see.

So, Through My Back Door , was born. When my family found out about my blog, they not only were surprised, but a little embarrassed I think. Mother will be "telling all" on a blog! Oh goodness!  Now they are my biggest supporters. My grandchildren read it, and my biggest surprise is people in my church have found it and become readers. Dodd, told me the other day he loved having it  to look back on and read. So, not an exciting story, (But it's not an exciting blog) yet, it is how I started and how  I came up with the name. Thank you Karen, for this challenge. It is nice to stop and reminisce about the birth of my blog.I have formed some close friendships through this blog. I have no intentions of stopping right now. You never know how long you will continue something, but as long as I am having fun,  you are still coming to have coffee and visit, my Back Door will be open.
I brought this sieve/strainer back from Daybreak. I have always wanted one since I saw one decorated for Christmas one year.

I hung it above the pantry doors. (No wall space anywhere else)

I took your suggestions and put crocks on the shelves.

Nothing like a big bowl of putkas! Not sure I will leave  the pumpkin in the bowl. Not sure I like it.

A "Fall" shot of the livingroom. I know you think I decorated too early, but I was supposed to have left on Wednesday for Niagra Falls, but we postponed it until spring. So I am finished inside. Still have to do outside. That won't be much.

I have so enjoyed our visit this morning. Hopefully you will continue to come Through My Backdoor where life is good.
betty
PS:Deb is ready for pictures, so definitely next post. I LOVE her bedroom now.
PSS:I want to wish this fellow happy birthday. He is six years old!

PSSS: I also want to wish Renda well. She had her interview in Nashvillle this week, for Tennessee teacher of the year. She is one of the nine who have made the cut for that title. I am proud of her, whether she wins or not.