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Monday, April 14, 2014

A Visit With The Easter Bunny


 

 


ALL I EVER NEEDED TO KNOW ABOUT LIFE I LEARNED FROM THE EASTER BUNNY
 
Don’t put all of your eggs in one basket.
Walk softly and carry a big carrot.
Everyone needs a friend who is all ears.
There’s no such thing as too much candy.
All work and no play can make you a basket case.
A cute little tail attracts a lot of attention.
Everyone is entitled to a bad hare day.
Let happy thoughts multiply like rabbits.
Some body parts should be floppy.
Keep your paws off other people’s jellybeans.
Good things come in small sugar-coated packages.
The grass is always greener in someone else’s basket.
An Easter bonnet can tame even the wildest hare.
To show your true colors – you have to come out of your shell.
The best things in life are still sweet and gooey.


~ Author Unknown

 A Happy Easter dear friends ...



Sunday, April 13, 2014

Simple Days


 
"Don't let yourself get so busy that you miss those little but important extras in life ~
the beauty of a day...
the smile of a friend...
the serenity of a quiet moment alone.
For it is often life's smallest pleasures and gentlest joys that make the biggest and most lasting difference."

Friday, April 11, 2014

Rabbit Tails

'Once upon a time there were four little rabbits and their names were Flopsy, Mopsy, Cotton-tail and Peter.
They lived with their mother in a sandbank, underneath the root of a very big fir tree.'
~ Beatrix Potter :The Tale of Peter Rabbit

 





Thursday, April 10, 2014

Memories

I've been on a roll with my Spring cleaning.
Fluffing, and polishing and organizing.
 
 
 
 
Trouble is, I seem to flit from room to room, and never really complete an entire project, before getting sidetracked with something else.
 
 


Such was the case the other evening.
I started off organizing my office cupboard, and discovered a box of photographs that I hadn't looked at in a long time.
Grandchildren from birth onward, through school days, and lazy afternoons spent at the park,  now young adults moving busily along with their own lives.
All those celebrations of birthdays, and Christmases, and planting times in the garden, with their little shovels and rakes.
I allowed myself to become completely absorbed in a time-warp.

Happy times, that hold so many sweet memories.
Where do the years go.

Tuesday, April 8, 2014

For The Birds

Throughout the cold winter months the First Sergeant has diligently taken care of the wild birds needs.
Faithfully nurturing their tiny bodies with his special mixture of suet concoctions, fruits, and seeds everyday.
In return we are rewarded with endless hours of entertainment, and their colorful and ever-present choruses of song.
 
The nesting season is now upon us, our feathered friends now busily fluffing their nests in anticipation of a new generation of songsters.
Bird houses have been repaired, and newly crafted, and bird baths freshly painted.
The circle continues.
 

 

 
  

 


 




“Sometimes goldfinches one by one will drop
From low hung branches; little space they stop;
But sip, and twitter, and their feathers sleek;
Then off at once, as in a wanton freak:
Or perhaps, to show their black, and golden wings,
Pausing upon their yellow flutterings.
Were I in such a place, I sure should pray
That nought less sweet, might call my thoughts away.”

John Keats 1817

Thursday, April 3, 2014

April Showers, Bring May Flowers

I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers:
Of April, May, of June, and July flowers.
I sing of Maypoles, Hock-carts, wassails, wakes,
Of bridegrooms, brides and of their bridal cakes.

Robert Herrick 1591-1674



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Tuesday, April 1, 2014

Happy Camper

Whenever I can find a product, that makes everyday life a little easier on arthritis- riddled hands, and worn-out backs I'm grateful.
 
Last year I bought one of those lightweight, expandable hoses, it was such a great help in the garden, hardly weighing anything, it made watering a breeze.
After I was through, the whole thing, just shriveled up in a neat little package, small enough to sit in a bucket.
Easy peasy.
 
Sadly there was a design flaw, and after three months the entire end flew off whilst attached to the spigot, and my little garden helper was kaput.
 
The manufacturer recognised the problem, and offered a full-refund, if returned to the store.

 
 
This season they have corrected the weakness, and The First Sergeant  surprised me with my very own new and improved version.
I couldn't help but smile from ear to ear.
 


Monday, March 31, 2014

Rabbit Love



I have loved rabbits for as long as I can remember.
All breeds of rabbits, their soft fur, and long ears, floppy or standing tall.

When I was younger, most of my time was spent caring for, and raising rabbits, they were my constant companions. 
My school friends spent  their pocket-money on weekly cinema-visits and ice-creams, mine was spent on rabbit food at the local pet shop.

It's a love I have carried into my adult life, although sadly, I am rabbit-less these days.
We'll have to see what we can do about this inequity.

Feeding the Rabbits: Felix Schlesinger
 
 

Friday, March 28, 2014

Morning Glory

The Morning Glory seeds have been planted.
Sadly we won't be graced with their beauty until late summer.
 
 
In the meantime I'll just have to be content with my Morning Glory pillow case.
 



Thursday, March 27, 2014

Season Change

I've declared it's time to change the teapot from the Blue Willow back to the Summer Pansies design.
Maybe it will help move along those snow flurries that fell yesterday.


 

I confess to being a tea addict, it's the first thing that passes my lips in a morning and the last thing at night, even going so far as taking a cuppa to bed with me.

I came about the addiction honestly, and put it down to all those times we English children were offered milky tea in our bottles as we were growing up.

Yes, they start us at an early age.


Monday, March 24, 2014

Color Comes To Town

Despite the turn to cooler weather, I know that spring is upon us, when the Redbud trees start giving out their beautiful pink buds.

It is hard to express adequately the miracle of a tree that had branches so bare all through winter suddenly go from stark brown to magenta.
But there she is again, emerging from her own winter of storms, freeze, winds, drought and still standing, still surviving, still blooming, still giving.



 
 
 
"For winter's rains and ruins are over,
And all the season of snows and sins;
The days dividing lover and lover,
The light that loses, the night that wins;
And time remembered is grief forgotten,
And frosts are slain and flowers begotten,
And in green underwood and cover
Blossom by blossom the spring begins."


~ Algernon Charles Swinburne, Atalanta in Calydon

 

Saturday, March 22, 2014

Catnip Dreams


Mum has planted catnip in the garden , she's says it will make me feel all "warm and fuzzy".
Heck I'm warm and fuzzy already !

Thursday, March 20, 2014

The Year's At The Spring

 


The year's at the Spring,
And day's at the morn;
Morning's at seven;
The hill-side's dew-pearled;
The lark's on the wing;
The snail's on the thorn;
God's in his Heaven -
All's right with the world ! "

 
Robert Browning ; The Year's at the Spring.


 


Flowers are budding
Birds are nesting
Bunnies are hopping
Frogs are croaking

 

 

Sunday, March 16, 2014

A Bit O' Blarney

May the Luck of the Irish be with you on St. Patrick's Day.........

 



May the Irish hills caress you.
May her lakes and rivers bless you.
May the luck of the Irish enfold you.
May the blessings of Saint Patrick behold you.

~ Irish blessing.

The Beauty of the Emerald Isle, a treat for your wee Irish roots.







Music : "The Blood Of Cu Chulainn" by Mychael Danna & Jeff Danna

Video : Shastashene

Monday, March 10, 2014

'Til They're Clean And Sparkly

The weather has warmed, reaching a balmy 71 degrees today.
The windows were flung open, and for the first time in months it felt like Winter was now just a distant memory.
 
I accomplished a little Spring cleaning this afternoon, it's amazing how much dust accumulates when fireplaces are lit, and doors shut tight.
 
  


 
 

Saturday, March 8, 2014

Stirring

 
 
The first snowdrops dangle from green stems.
A sweet scent, like a hundred daffodils blooming in a distant wood, perfumes the air.
Green blades cut through dark earth.
Buds open on bare branches.
Wind rattles the windows.
Rain splashes against the panes.
The promise of spring stirs my heart.

 

Friday, March 7, 2014

Sunshine And Shadows

It's been awhile since shadows have appeared.
The ground has been frozen, and grey skies prevailed for most of the Winter months.
The sun shining brightly gives hope of Spring day's ahead, and affords us a little well-deserved warmth on our faces.





 
 
 
Oliver enjoyed the sunshine
 

Tuesday, March 4, 2014

First, Find A Shepherd

Another blast of Arctic weather came calling across middle Tennessee, with ice storms, and snow, school once again cancelled, and driving conditions deemed treacherous.
This winter has turned into one of the coldest on record.


 
 

Day's such as these call for stick-to-your-ribs kind of meals. Meat and potatoes comfort food.
One of my favorite English dishes is just that, Shepherd's Pie, a working man's staple.

A concoction of ground beef, onions, carrots, and peas cooked in a beef gravy and tomato sauce, with herbs and spices; then topped off with mashed potatoes and browned in the oven until the potatoes are nice and crusty.

I buy the Colman Shepherd's Pie mix, available through Publix grocery stores, on the English import isle.
If it's not on hand, then the gravy part is made with oxo's or beef bouillon cubes and tomato paste, Italian seasoning, and parsley.

 
Shepherd's Pie was the first meal I cooked for The First Sergeant as a newly wed , it remains one of his favorites to this day.

 
Serve with a slice of pickled beetroot or a few pickled onions on the side, and a nice crusty loaf of bread.
Sit fireside to enjoy.


Saturday, March 1, 2014

Springing To Life


I found myself running an unexpected errand today to the big city of Nashville.
It's a bustling, noisy city, full of all that cities have to offer, and the ever present feel of Country Music.

The antebellum-style mansion of President Andrew Jackson lies within view along my route, the fields are green with new growth, and the surrounding farms are home to flocks of new Spring lambs.
Is there anything sweeter, than a field of Spring lambs prancing about their mothers.

Young Lambs

The spring is coming by a many signs;
The trays are up, the hedges broken down
That fenced the haystack, and the remnant shines
Like some old antique fragment weathered brown.
And where suns peep, in every sheltered place,
The little early buttercups unfold
A glittering star or two - till many trace
The edges of the blackthorn clumps in gold.
And then a little lamb bolts up behind
The hill, and wags his tail to meet the yoe;
And then another, sheltered from the wind,
Lies all his length as dead - and lets me go
Close by, and never stirs, but basking lies,
With legs stretched out as though he could not rise.

~John Clare

Monday, February 24, 2014

Spring Thoughts

Surely we are getting closer....

The Robins are in abundance, busily pulling the earthworms from the moist soil, the nests are getting feathered, the Pussy Willow buds are awaking.
Not long now.
 
 
Spring 2013

"No matter how long the winter, spring is sure to follow."
 
~ Proverb from Guinea