I've been busy giving some of the Blue Willow and Staffordshire Ware pieces a bath.
I'm not sure why, it seems I often get the urge to spring clean in the fall.
I think it has something to do with the changing seasons, the coolness of the Autumn air, the heady scent of spiced-mix candles magically weaving their spell.
This gathering of antique 'blues' are collectively over a half millennium in age. They are still beautiful after all their years of service, and oh, what stories they could tell !
Be clothed within an autumn mist
Of morning’s coolest dew
Look upward to the painted sky
Of season’s rusty hue
Step lightly midst the crunching leaves
That blow ‘pon hearty breeze
Then hunker down and lay their bed
Neath winters snowy freeze.
Be crisp the night with snap of chill
And short of day be warm
The sunset mirrors the changing leaves
As stars of night do form
The fields be tanned with burdened straw
Of summer’s life fulfilled
And autumn’s flowers, days be kissed
With season’s colors willed.
The little house is not too small To shelter friends who come to call. Though low the roof and small its space It holds the Lord's abounding grace, And every simple room may be Endowed with happy memory.
The little house, severely plain, A wealth of beauty may contain. Within it those who dwell may find High faith which makes for peace of mind, And that sweet understanding which Can make the poorest cottage rich.
The little house can hold all things From which the soul's contentment springs. 'Tis not too small for love to grow, For all the joys that mortals know, For mirth and song and that delight Which make the humblest dwelling bright.
"September days have the warmth of summer in their briefer hours,
But in their lengthening evenings a prophetic breath of autumn.
The cricket chirps in the noontide, making the most of what remains of his brief life.
The bumblebee is busy among the clover blossoms of the aftermath,
And their shrill and dreamy hum hold the outdoor world above the voices of the song birds,
Now silent or departed."-
The U.K.’s beloved and highly watched THE GREAT BRITISH BAKING SHOW (known as “The Great British Bake Off” in the U.K.) returns to PBS on Sundays, September 6-November 8,
2015, 7:00-8:00 p.m. ET
U.K.’s Smash-Hit Competition Series Returns to PBS After Acclaimed First Season ‒
This year, the tent welcomes a baker’s dozen to the battle to be named the U.K.’s best amateur baker. Mel Giedroyc and Sue Perkins coax them through their Signature, Technical and Showstopper challenges, under the scrutiny of judges Mary Berry and Paul Hollywood. With 13 bakers — from space engineer to student, teacher to dentist, psychologist to carpenter — Mary and Paul may decide at any time to banish not one but two bakers. After 10 weeks of whisking, crimping and piping, only one can emerge victorious.
Sundays, September 6-November 8, 2015, 7:00-8:00 p.m. ET Check your local listings.
The cottage homes of England
By thousands on her plains,
They are smiling o'er the silvery brooks,
And round the hamlet-fanes.
Thro' glowing orchards forth they peep,
Each from its nook of leaves,
And fearless there the lowly sleep,
As the bird beneath the eaves
Oliver is not a happy camper.
He took a trip to his veterinarian today, in order to get his annual checkup and feline vaccinations.
It completely stresses him out, being out of his comfort zone, and to add insult to injury three shots in his bum before he's finished.
I'm in the cat house.
Summer days are noticeably shorter. There is a cooler rush to the evening air. Down on main street the shopkeepers are displaying their Autumn flowers, and the feel of changing seasons is afoot. The Summer's Gold Lantana blooms heartily, as if it knows Summer's loveliest smile, is fleeting.
"In the potting shed, our hearts, the pleasures of home, and the glories of the garden merge.
Its practical character eases our garden labors.
Its romantic nature enriches our lives.
Here is peace, and beauty, and a sense of purpose."
"He who is born with a silver spoon in his mouth is generally considered a fortunate person, but his good fortune is small compared to that of the happy mortal who enters this world with a passion for flowers in his soul."