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.

 

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.

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 !

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

 

 

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

'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.

 

  

 

 

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.

 

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