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Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Home Sweet Home




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

~ Robert Montgomery
 


Sunday, October 19, 2014

Indian Summer

Indian Summer is upon us. Balmy warm days, mist-laden nights.
One last chance to indulge in fleeting Summer pleasures.


                         


 
An early American writer described Indian Summer well when he wrote, "The air is perfectly quiescent and all is stillness, as if Nature, after her exertions during the Summer, were now at rest."
 
~ John Bradbury 1817

Friday, October 17, 2014

A Simple Day

 
 
Some days it's good to do nothing.
No deadlines to meet, no chores to complete, no lists to check twice.
A day to lounge in the comfort of your pajamas and woolly socks, to gaze out of the window and watch the falling leaves drift slowly to the ground.
A day for sipping cups of tea and curling up in a comfy chair with a portly feline at your side.
A simple day.

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

How I'll Miss You When You're Gone







Sixty days and counting, still blooming your little hearts out.
How you've made me smile each morning .....

Sunday, October 12, 2014

On Patrol

Oliver is on patrol this weekend, keeping watch over little Tom Kitten. 
"Tom" was thought to have been a boy, but turns out he's a "she" and yesterday underwent  spay-surgery.
Gratefully all went well, even Oliver was concerned when little kitty didn't want to play and harass him.



We still call her Tom, since that is the name she responds to, but I'm slowly changing it to Tom Tilly, she doesn't seem to mind.



Oliver  takes his job very seriously.


Because under all that pretense of aloofness, he really does care.
 

Saturday, October 11, 2014

Just A Little House



 
An Old Woman Of The Roads.
 
O, TO have a little house!
To own the hearth and stool and all!
The heaped up sods upon the fire,
The pile of turf against the wall!

To have a clock with weights and chains
And pendulum swinging up and down!
A dresser filled with shining delph,
Speckled and white and blue and brown!

I could be busy all the day
Clearing and sweeping hearth and floor,
And fixing on their shelf again
My white and blue and speckled store!

I could be quiet there at night
Beside the fire and by myself,
Sure of a bed and loth to leave
The ticking clock and the shining delph!

Och! but I'm weary of mist and dark,
And roads where there's never a house nor bush,
And tired I am of bog and road,
And the crying wind and the lonesome hush!

And I am praying to God on high,
And I am praying Him night and day,
For a little house—a house of my own—
Out of the wind's and the rain's way.

~Padraic Colum 1881 - 1972

Wednesday, October 8, 2014

Simple Pleasures


 

"The best kind of friend is the kind you can sit on a porch swing with, never say a word, then walk away feeling like it was the best conversation that you ever had."

Monday, October 6, 2014

Holding On

 
 
'Tis the last rose of summer
Left blooming alone;
All her lovely companions
Are faded and gone;
No flower of her kindred,
No rosebud is nigh,
To reflect back her blushes,
To give sigh for sigh.

I'll not leave thee, thou lone one!
To pine on the stem;
Since the lovely are sleeping,
Go, sleep thou with them.
Thus kindly I scatter,
Thy leaves o'er the bed,
Where thy mates of the garden
Lie scentless and dead.

So soon may I follow,
When friendships decay,
From Love's shining circle
The gems drop away.
When true hearts lie withered
And fond ones are flown,
Oh! who would inhabit,
This bleak world alone?
 
The Last Rose of Summer: Thomas Moore

Saturday, October 4, 2014

Changes.

Our home will be void of it's Halloween porch decorations this season.
We are in the middle of some overdue renovation, all the porch-rails have been taken down, and columns stripped of paint, there is much work to do, and all as the weather has turned colder.
Oliver is not pleased, since the front-porch is where he sits atop his wicker stool, and keeps vigil against any intruders.
Change is not one of our strong points.


   

Friday, October 3, 2014

The Potting Shed



 
The Shed..
 
"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."

~Linda Joan Smith : The Potting Shed

Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Autumn Splendor



“Autumn...the year's last, loveliest smile.”
 
-William Cullen Bryant
 

Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Moon-Shiners

The nights are drawing in fast, darkness falling around 7pm each evening.
I love to light candles on the porch, and sit and enjoy the cool night air.
My latest craft project has been the creation of these Mason Jar lights. You can purchase the lid-lights at most craft stores, or online, mine were left over from my granddaughter's wedding decorations.
 
The lids fit a regular Mason Jar opening, and charges the solar battery throughout the day.
The jars can be filled with glass beads or decorations, and when darkness falls they add charm and coziness to your outdoor space.
Hang them on fence posts or walkways if you need path-light ideas.
 
 




Monday, September 29, 2014

Autumn Sunset



 

...I see
the turning of a leaf
dancing in an autumn sun,
and brilliant shades of crimson
glowing when a day is done...

~Hazelmarie "Mattie" Elliott, "A Breath of Heaven"

Saturday, September 27, 2014

Summertime Blues

The temperatures fell into the fifties last night.
Sweater-grabbing crisp air, the likes of which has not been seen since early Spring.
Sweet.
 

 
The last of the Summer flowers are giving us one final show. The wild roses, fragrant and prolific.


The Morning Glories, taking over the fence.


The Clematis vine, giving once last smile

Friday, September 26, 2014

Watching



Oliver sits beside me in the old rocking chair when I'm idling away the hours on the computer.
I'm sure he wonders what the fascination is, especially since there are no treats; not even in sight.

Thursday, September 25, 2014

Time For A Change

I've been thumbing through wallpaper patterns, in the hopes of re-wallpapering the guest bathroom.
Book upon book of gorgeous prints, a person could get lost in flipping through the pages.
I keep returning to a design by Waverly (one of my most favorite manufacturers), Emma's garden, a timeless and pretty design, with a traditional English flair.
What do you think ?

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Soup's On

When the leaves are beginning to change, and the temperatures start to fall, my thoughts turn to comfort food.
My favorite soup is homemade mushroom soup, earthy-goodness, silky smooth and comforting on cool Autumn nights.
Serve with a crusty loaf of French bread, light a candle or two and enjoy.




Cream of Mushroom Soup.

6Tbsp. butter
1 med. onion
3/4 lb. mushrooms
3 Tbsp. flour.
1 clove of garlic ( very finely chopped )
1 tbsp. fresh thyme chopped or 1 tsp. dried
1 tsp. Worcestershire sauce
dash of nutmeg
1 Knorr Swiss vegetable cube
3 cups of chicken broth
3/4 cup heavy cream
1 large bay leaf
fresh ground pepper to taste.
fresh parsley or chives for garnish

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Melt the butter and add the chopped onion and garlic. Cook until onion is transparent at medium.
Add mushrooms and continue to cook for about 5 min.
Add the flour and the vegetable cube and stir in. Immediately add the chicken broth and water, incorporating slowly.
Add bay leaf and pepper, cover and bring to a boil.
Add Worcestershire sauce , thyme and dash of nutmeg.
Turn heat down immediately and simmer for 5 minutes.
Remove bay leaf and add cream.
If desired, top with fresh croutons or crackers.
Garnish with parsley or chives.

Tuesday, September 23, 2014

Autumn Mist

Hello Autumn !
 
 
 
 
 I saw old Autumn in the misty morn
Stand shadowless like silence, listening
To silence, for no lonely bird would sing
Into his hollow ear from woods forlorn,
Nor lowly hedge nor solitary thorn;—
Shaking his languid locks all dewy bright
With tangled gossamer that fell by night,
Pearling his coronet of golden corn.
 
~Thomas Hood : Autumn (1798-1845)

Friday, September 19, 2014

Autumn Cottage

Autumn is fast approaching, and for the past few days we've already noticed a change in the weather.
Cool mist-filled mornings, and even cooler, crisp-laden nights.
The trees are beginning their changing of color, yellows, oranges and reds.
Pumpkins are now decorating porches and gardens.
The songbirds busily returning to their winter homes.

 
 
 
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.


To Autumn : John Keats 1795-1821

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

In The Bag

Somebody has been a very, busy little kitty today.