Moma deer and baby returned today. The fawn is getting bigger, although still sporting it's spots until the first Winter. Mom hides her baby in the field of tall grasses and wildflowers, and only gives us a glimpse here and there.
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Two of my favorite summertime wildflowers are back, the Joe-Pye Weed, and the Black-Eyed Susan.
Each year the field is brimming with yellow and purple flowers as far as the eye can see.
The Joe-Pye Weed, Eupatoriumpurpureum, is an amazing plant that is an herb, a wildflower, a butterfly plant and an ornamental for the flower bed.
It obtained its name after a Native American herbalist, named Joe-Pye, cured fevers using the Eupatorium plant. Though we tend to think of it as a wildflower in the U.S., it's long been an ornamental plant in England where our cottage gardens are so popular.
Black-Eyed Susan Rudbeckiahirta (Asteraceae) The Black-Eyed Susan is probably the most common of all American wildflowers. The characteristic brown, domed center is surrounded by bright yellow ray florets. The plant thrives in most soils in full sun.
A true sunshine worshiper that forgives neglect.
I always think it is a 'happy' looking little plant.
Just about the same time each Summer, when the air is HOT and stagnant, the weather gauge is showing over a 100 degrees, and it's almost unbearable to enjoy the outdoors, my thoughts turn to Old Man Winter.
I'm not a lover of heat, and the older I get, the less tolerant I've become.
What can I say....I'm of English blood, Norsemen, Vikings and such, my comfort zone is a cool and rainy climate, not humid and hot.
It seems the excessive heat-wave has hit most of the country, so the best advice is to stay indoors under the comfort of air conditioning.
If you have no choice but to brave the elements, adhere to the advice of the experts; drink plenty of water, and wear a hat.
They have a cute Southern saying in these parts..........
"It's hotter than a billy goat in a pepper patch."
There is something about birdhouses that tug at my heart strings. I just can't seem to say NO. They are scattered about the porches, in the garden, in the kitchen, and generally all over. Some of them are well-used by expectant parents returning year after year, to raise their young. Others just for decoration.
The First Sergeant is looking forward to retirement days, he has birdhouse-building plans in mind, to idle away the hours. As 'Martha' would say....."It's a good thing."
A Victorian Charmer
In The Potting Shed
Country Cottage Gourd
"Those little nimble musicians of the air,
that warble forth their curious ditties,
with which nature hath furnished them to the shame of art."
The Georgia peaches are here ! and in the South, that means but one thing ....
Fresh Peach Cobbler.
This recipe is easy to prepare, yet deliciously tasty.
Easy Peach Cobbler
1/2 cup unsalted butter, melted ( 1 stick )
1 1/2 cups Self Rising flour
1/2 cup water
2 cups of sugar (divided)
1 1/2 cup milk
4 cups peeled, pitted and thinly sliced fresh peaches (5 to 6 medium peaches)
Several dashes ground cinnamon
Preheat oven to 375 degrees.
Pour the melted butter into a 13 by 9 by 2-inch baking dish.
In a medium bowl, combine the flour, 1 cup sugar, and mix well. Stir in the milk, mixing until just combined. Pour this batter over the butter but do not stir them together.
In a small saucepan, combine the peaches, water, and remaining cup of sugar and bring to a boil over high heat, stirring constantly. Pour the peaches over the batter but do not stir them together. Sprinkle with cinnamon or nutmeg if desired.
Bake in the preheated oven for 30 to 35 minutes or until the top is golden-brown. Serve warm or cold. Top with favorite ice-cream.....yumm.
On top of the earth where green touches the hills ~ in spring, in summer, with daffodils, with dandelions scattered through untilled fields, with waterfalls and ferny fronds companioning winding creeks; and grassy knolls surrounding sunlit ponds...
That is where my heart thrives ~ among dahlias, lilacs, and rosy thorns scenting life with fragrant morns, and gentle nights of rounded moons, inhaling reminiscent blooms of many lost, yet, joyful Junes...
Warming seasons created to make lips smile, hearts leap, feet dance to earthy song; and earth's turning, ever-moving
old winter right along...
'Til spring emerges, and summer follows into every nook, into every hollow, with greening leaf and budding flower
bestowed by Mother Nature's power..
An overwhelming gift of rarest beauty, a rejuvenation, a resurrection of life ~ when earth renews, when earth revives... Yes, that is when my heart truly thrives.
There is nothing more heart-wrenching than seeing a mother dog and her precious litter of puppies abandoned on the side of the road.
Unwanted pets are a major problem here in the Southern States. Chronic overpopulation and the misunderstood need to spay and neuter, fills the shelters beyond capacity ending in many unnecessary euthanizations.
This summer, Animal Planet will change that with "Last Chance Highway", an eight-part series that focuses on the monumental mission of a dedicated handful of rescuers.
The stakes are high for Shelly Bookwalter and Kyle Peterson and for the soon-to-be-euthanized dogs they are fighting to save.
Each week, they organize a band of volunteers to take part in a unique mobile adoption campaign.
Shelly leads an effort to find homes in the North for strays and unclaimed shelter dogs. And every week, Kyle and crew member, Lucas, climb aboard their big rig to transport more than 150 dogs thousands of miles to meet their new families. It's an exhausting ritual but one that finds homes for more than six thousand pets every year.
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Kyle is the first to admit "What the groups do is the hardest part,"
"The best part is to deliver them to their families. We see the homecoming, and that's the most rewarding part. In the dog community what we're doing has been well received since we started six years ago. The whole goal of the show was to make the general public aware, and now they are."
A simple surgery would stop so much of this dying," Bookwalter said. "Please adopt a dog from a local shelter and save a life."
Check local listings series airs Saturday evenings on the Animal Planet. Be sure to have a box of tissues close by.
GROW old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made: Our times are in his hand Who saith, `A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!''
Dog Days defines a time period or event that is very hot or stagnant, or marked by dull lack of progress. The name comes from the ancient belief that Sirius, also called the Dog Star, was somehow responsible for the hot weather. Either way, we seem to have hit that mark....
The front porch wreath are the only flowers thriving without daily watering. ( Note the bird nest from last Summer, still part of the wreath )
The Crepe Myrtle blooms are huge this year, bending the canes as they grow.
I've thoroughly enjoyed the Cone Flowers they have quickly became my favorite planting this Summer.
The linden, in the fervors of July Hums with a louder concert. When the wind Sweeps the broad forest in its summer prime, As when some master-hand exulting sweeps The keys of some great organ, ye give forth The music of the woodland depths, a hymn Of gladness and of thanks."
There is a special place I like to visit, just a few miles down the road, nestled in the loveliest of Tennessee countryside.
Regular readers have been introduced to my passion in previous posts, it's an old Antebellum and historical home, working farm, bed and breakfast, cottage industry crafts, and luncheon tea room.
The quote directly from the 'farm's' website...epitomizes the experience.
'The rolling hills and a winding country road along stone fences lead to an antebellum gem.Leave your worries behind and follow your heart to a very special place in the country.From the moment you walk onto the impressive veranda, you will feel the gracious southern hospitality'
Very recently my work schedule has changed, no more working Saturday's. One thing I have looked forward to doing, is spending the day at my favorite farm.
Sadly, I received an e-mail from Emily the proprietor, telling me they had suffered a fire in the main house. After a busy day of guests and in the middle of the night, she awoke to the sounds of breaking glass.
Together with her husband, they fought the blaze with nothing more than water hoses.
The damage was confined mostly to the gift shop, caused by a lamp that snaps directly onto a shelf.
Melted wiring, paintwork, inventory, historic glass panes in the front door, but luckily all repairable, and the main reason to be grateful, no one was injured.
Emily tells me it didn't damage the kitchen, and so if I'm up for it, we can still eat on the veranda.
Each year I hang Boston ferns on the front porch. I have tried hanging flowers in pots, they do well for a couple of months, and then before Summer is over, I have to replace them. By a series of trial and error, I find the ferns not only last the entire Summer, but are still flourishing through Halloween and until the first hard frost comes along.
This wonderful Summer bounty is the product of my son-in-law's hard work.
I just had to pat him on the back. The garden lies behind his home, similar to an allotment plot, not very big, but he tends it daily and has become quite the gardener.
"If you don't know where you are going, any road will get you there"
Contentment is not the fulfillment of what we want,
but the realization of how much we already have.
Where we love is home - home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.
~Oliver Wendell Holmes
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~ Oscar Wilde
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"What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters
compared to what lies within us."
' There is no trouble so great or grave that cannot be much dimished by a cup of tea.'
Now winter nights enlarge
This number of their hours;
And clouds their storms discharge
Upon the airy towers.
Let now the chimneys blaze
And cups o'erflow with wine,
Let well-tuned words amaze
With harmony divine...
"Tell you what I like the best --
'Long about knee-deep in June,
'Bout the time strawberries melts
On the vine, -- some afternoon
Like to jes' git out and rest,
And not work at nothin' else!"
~ James Witcomb Riley : Knee Deep in June
“Do all the good you can,
By all the means you can,
In all the ways you can,
In all the places you can,
At all the times you can,
To all the people you can,
As long as ever you can.”
~ John Wesley
Question not, but live and Labour Till yon goal be won, Helping every feeble neighbour, Seeking help from none; Life is mostly froth and bubble, Two things stand like stone, Kindness in another's trouble, Courage in your own.
"What a ripping little house this is !
Everything so handy ! "
~ Wind in the Willows.
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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
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If I should die, think only this of me: That there's some corner of a foreign field That is for ever England.
~ Rupert Brooke
Scones and Clotted Cream
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"There is nothing in the world, More beautiful than the forest Clothed to its very hollows in snow. It is the still ecstasy of nature, Wherein every spray, Every blade of grass, Every spire of reed, Every intricacy of twig, is clad with radiance." - William Sharp
Our England is a garden, and such gardens are not made
By singing: -- "Oh, how beautiful!" and sitting in the shade.
I'm Late, I'm Late for a very important date,
No time to say hello, goodbye, I'm late, I'm late, I'm late ...
"We're all mad here"
~ The Cheshire Cat
from Alice in Wonderland
I rule. No really, I do.
I like pigs
Dogs look up to us Cats look down on us Pigs treat us as equals.....
Sir Winston Churchill
Cheshire, England Time
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A British expat transplanted into the lush Tennessee countryside.
Wife, mother, grandma.
The other character in this plot, being Oliver the cat, gingerness and aloof.
I'm a lover of old. Time-worn, antiques, quilts, primitives, heirloom pieces, potting sheds, English literature, poetry, Battenburg lace, blue willow, cottages, white ironstone dishes, English transferware, worn-out picket fences, teapots, old bird houses, moss-covered clay pots, gardening, all creatures great and small.
"And they loaded up their trucks and they moved to Tennessee....hills there are, swimming holes, country stars".