Saturday, January 30, 2016

Hello Sunshine

The sun returned today.
Bathing our winter souls in some much needed warmth.
I ran errands, tidied the potting shed, and returned the last of the holiday decorations to their shelves.
Oliver snoozed.
There are new plant shoots poking out of the soil throughout the garden, I trust they know that Winter is not yet over.

Friday, January 29, 2016


"Home, the spot of earth supremely blest,
A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest. "
~ Robert Montgomery

Tuesday, January 26, 2016

Talking In Their Sleep

"You think I am dead,"
The apple tree said,
"Because I have never a leaf to show -
Because I stoop,
And my branches droop,
And the dull gray mosses over me grow!

"But I'm still alive in trunk and shoot;
The buds of next May
I fold away -
But I pity the withered grass at my root."

"You think I am dead,"
The quick grass said,
"Because I have parted with stem and blade!
But under the ground,
I am safe and sound
With the snow's thick blanket over me laid.

"I'm all alive, and ready to shoot,
Should the spring of the year
Come dancing here -
But I pity the flower without branch or root."

"You think I am dead,"
A soft voice said,
"Because not a branch or root I own.
I never have died, but close I hide
In a plumy seed that the wind has sown.

"Patient I wait through the long winter hours;
You will see me again -
I shall laugh at you then,
Out of the eyes of a hundred flowers.

Edith Matilda Thomas  (1854 - 1925)

Saturday, January 23, 2016

And The Snow Came

The snow continued to fall, layering soft, wet snowflakes and shutting us off from our little world as we know it.
Cocooned in a blanket of white.

Wednesday, January 20, 2016

Snow Day

Mother Nature threw down her blanket shortly after midnight last night, just in time for an artic blast moving through area.
Our first snowfall of the year, magically transforming the landscape.



Out of the cloud-folds of her garment shaken,
Over the woodlands, brown and bare
Over the harvest-fields forsaken,
Silent, and soft, and slow
Descends the snow.

~~By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.~~

Sunday, January 17, 2016


I love hand-hooked rugs.
They remind me of the carpets my parents had fitted in our home when I was growing up, usually a timeless floral pattern, manufactured by the Axminster Company, Royal Carpet Manufacturers to Her Majesty the Queen.  http://www.axminster-carpets.co.uk/

This particular rug is one of my favorites, and despite the cats using it to test their claw-skills every once in awhile, it has held up beautifully for over twenty years.

Friday, January 15, 2016

Saying Hello

Over the past few months I have met several new bloggers in the world of blogging.
It is always a delight sharing our lives, as we sit behind our keyboards, and connect with people from far reaching corners of the globe.

I ceased to participate in memes several years ago, I truly just didn't have the time to answer questionnaires, and the guilt of not doing so seemed to take the fun out of spontaneous blogging.
However, today I thought I'd share a few "about me" tidbits.
If you've followed my blog for any length of time you may well have read these previously, but for my newer friends, a little about me.......... 

I won a writing contest in school, sponsored by The Cadbury Company.
The prize was a variety of free chocolate bars, for my class of twenty students over a period of one year.
Once a month our box of pure sweetness was delivered and we all turned into the school's Billy Bunter's.
I was voted most popular in class that year.

I spent all of my teenage years, riding and  show-jumping horses. I miss it with a passion.



I was the neat-diving champion of my hometown, I swam everyday.

I was an only child until I reached the age of ten. My closest companion was my dolly.
When my baby brother came along, I felt like the luckiest little girl in the world.


Despite my grandma owning and operating her own bakery for more than thirty five years, I wasn't blessed with the creating talent, but do extremely well with the partaking of.


I have worn my hair long, rather than short, for most of my life.

Ever since being a small girl, I have wanted to live in a rose-covered cottage, I still dream of doing so.


I'm a self-confessed tea addict, no apologies it came with the heritage.


Tuesday, January 12, 2016

Winter Days


"Surely everyone is aware of the divine pleasures which attend a wintry fireside; candles at four o’clock, warm hearthrugs, tea, a fair tea-maker, shutters closed, curtains flowing in ample draperies to the floor, whilst the wind and rain are raging audibly without."
 ~ Thomas De Quincey 1796 

Brambly Hedge : Illustrated by Jill Barklem

Sunday, January 10, 2016

Tight Fit

Oliver refuses to admit he has over-indulged just a little too much this Christmas season.

Friday, January 8, 2016


I am well and truly in the 'nesting' phase of winter.
Is it even decent to allow the days to just roll on by, without a sense of accomplishment, or the tick of a list.
The Christmas decorations are taken down at least, although I tend to leave the table decorated for a few more weeks of color.

There are whispers of the "S" word  in the grapevine, so I'll leave the winter dishes in place.
( Another excuse ).

I bought  several of these sweet little handmade hearts from an antique shop in England , I'm
determined to try my hand at making a few.

I still have lots of left-over material from when I made my granddaughters' wedding-bunting.
I'd just need some ribbon, or twine, and maybe some buttons for embellishment.
And I plan on adding a little dried lavender along with the filling.
It'll be a fun winter project.

And speaking of antique shops, I ran across this perfect little Mason's serving piece, whilst we were out browsing one day, it matches the little pitcher my daughter surprised me with at Easter several years earlier.

And from one English beauty to another,  a favorite artist of mine graces its top, a sweet Christmas gift from my grandson. 
Until next time.....be well.


Wednesday, January 6, 2016

Winter Barn

The nesting season is upon us.
People and animals alike, hunkered down against the elements that Mother Nature throws our way throughout the next few months.
A warm barn, always a welcoming  privilege, to those creatures great and small.

Tons upon tons the brown-green fragrant hay
O'erbrims the mows beyond the time-warped eaves,
Up to the rafters where the spider weaves,
Though few flies wander his secluded way.
Through a high chink one lonely golden ray,
Wherein the dust is dancing, slants unstirred.
In the dry hush some rustlings light are heard,
Of winter-hidden mice at furtive play.
Far down, the cattle in their shadowed stalls,
Nose-deep in clover fodder's meadowy scent,
Forget the snows that whelm their pasture streams,
The frost that bites the world beyond their walls.
Warm housed, they dream of summer, well content
In day-long contemplation of their dreams.

~ Charles G. D. Roberts

Monday, January 4, 2016

Woolly Socks And Flip-Flops

Winter has settled in, bare landscapes now prevail.
We've been spoiled up until this point, with warmer than usual days, many not requiring the wearing  of a jacket.
Last night temperatures cooled and fell into the twenties, no more flip-flops, now the winter boots and woolly socks appear.
The birds have taken to their nests, leaving me with just one sweet little friend.
Such are the days of winter.

Saturday, January 2, 2016

The Wait Is Over

The most anticipated television event of the year is here! Downton Abbey Season 6  The Final Season premieres Sunday, Jan. 3, 2016, at 9pm ET.
Check your local listings.

Make yourself a nice pot of tea, finish off the Christmas cake, be sure to use the best china.
The wait is over.......

Thursday, December 31, 2015

Ring Out The Old, Ring In The New

I truly wish each and every one of you, a New Year filled with much love, peace, good health and happiness.
Your friendships have encouraged, enlightened, and made me laugh my frock off throughout this past year.
Here's to a 2016 filled with the same !
Many Blessings.

A Happy New Year! Grant that I
May bring no tear to any eye
When this New Year in time shall end
Let it be said I've played the friend,
Have lived and loved and labored here,
And made of it a happy year.

~Edgar Guest