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Thursday, November 27, 2014

Being Thankful

Tom-Tilly has not taken her eyes off Oliver since he returned home, even as he sleeps at the Thanksgiving table, she's not letting him out of her sight.
It's so sweet.
 



We have so much to be thankful for on this day, we hope you share a wonderful meal and spend time with those you love.
Many blessings my dear friends.


Count your blessings instead of your crosses;
Count your gains instead of your losses.
Count your joys instead of your woes;
Count your friends instead of your foes.
Count your smiles instead of your tears;
Count your courage instead of your fears.
Count your full years instead of your lean;
Count your kind deeds instead of your mean.
Count your health instead of your wealth;
Count on God instead of yourself.

~Author Unknown

A Happy Thanksgiving from our home to yours !

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Thanksgiving Joy

Our boy has returned home, a little worse for the wear, but we had to share the happy news !
Thank you for all of your kind comments and well-wishes.
Your support encouraged us not to give up.
A Happy Thanksgiving to you and your families.
We most certainly have a reason for celebrating.



Sunday, November 23, 2014

Sad Days

Our beautiful ginger Oliver cat has been missing for three days now.
We are busy putting up posters and knocking on neighborhood doors.
I can only hope he has gone walkabout, and will return soon.
Our hearts are heavy.
 

Thursday, November 20, 2014

New Discoveries

Tom Tilly has just discovered that sleeping and playing in a brown paper sack, is much more fun than playing with plastic balls.
 
 

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Turkey Talk

I happened upon this Johnson Brothers Barnyard King plate at one of the local antique shops several years ago.
One plate all by itself, I could only imagine what an entire dinner service would have looked like.



I'm going to display it for the Thanksgiving season, the colors on this picture do not do the piece justice, they are all hand engraved and made in England.

Barnyard King, what could be a more fitting name.

Monday, November 10, 2014

Lest We Forget




 
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

In Flanders Fields ~ Lt.-Col. John McCrae (1872 - 1918)

Dedicated to all the brave men and women whose unselfish sacrifices and bravery shall never be forgotten.
Thank You.

Cottage Love







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

~ Felicia Hermans  1793 -1835
 
 
 
Lilliput Lane : Double Cottage.
Part of the BLAISE HAMLET COLLECTION : http://www.nationaltrust.org.uk/blaise-hamlet/


 

Friday, November 7, 2014

Long Gone

I spent time cleaning around the garden today, the sun warmed my face, and two special kitties were my constant companions.
We had our first hard freeze of the season a few nights earlier, and so any flowers still in bloom, had now died.
It's always a sad time viewing the empty window boxes, and flower pots, which were so full of color, a few days earlier.








The Morning Glory vines were still full of blooms, but sadly their lives were cut short.
How they made me smile each day.

Sleepover



Wednesday, November 5, 2014

Pieces Of The Past

 
 
  "Blessed are they who see beautiful things in humble places where other people see nothing."
 
  ~ Camille Pissarro

Sunday, November 2, 2014

Autumn's First Freeze


 
"When everything that ticked has stopped,
And space stares, all around,
Or grisly frosts, first autumn morns,
Repeal the beating ground."


Emily Dickinson, Time and Eternity