Friday, April 28, 2017

A Man's Home Is His Castle


 
Each weekend throughout the merry month of May, thousands of people flock to Castle Gwynn in Arrington, Tennessee.
It's Renaissance Festival time, complete with jousting events, kissing-wenches, mead-drinking, arts and crafts, music, merriment and mischief galore.
What sets itself apart from all other Renaissance Festivals is it's distinction of being the only Renaissance Fayre held on the grounds of a real castle in North America.

Castle Gwynn is a startling replica of a 12th-century Welsh border castle and the private home of Nashville-native Mike Freeman, a portrait photographer, and his wife, Jackie, a retired schoolteacher.

The complete story of how the castle came to be, can be read here : http://tnhomeandfarm.com/castle-gwynn and is still an ongoing labor of love.

To view the 2017  Festival schedule and directions click here : http://www.tnrenfest.com/index.htm admission price includes a tour of the castle !

Royalty, nobles, knights and peasants, come one, come all....
'Tis most splendid!

Dragons welcome 

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Wednesday, April 26, 2017

In The Garden

Spending time in the garden today, pulling weeds and tidying .
Blue skies and sunshine overhead,  but  rain moving in this evening.
Hoping your day is just as lovely.
 
 
"Peace is when time doesn't matter as it passes by "
Maria Schell (1926-2005) Austrian actress

 
 
 


 
 
 
 
 
 
  
  
 
 


 


 
 
 
 
 
 

Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Morning Mists

Rain-soaked earth, leaving us with an eerie landscape this morning.

 

 
 

Morning Mist

In the morning, skies so gray,
Before the sun lights up the day,
I chanced upon a morning mist
That left the leaves and grasstips kissed
With the aqua of the dew,
It left a feeling with me, too
Something old and something new;
Something that comes with the mist again,
Never what, but always when.

Author Unknown

Monday, April 24, 2017

Strawberry Season

Strawberry season has arrived here in Middle Tennessee.
Handpick your own, or buy by the basketful.
When I was a young girl, I was allergic to fresh strawberries.
Thank goodness, I outgrew that sensitivity.
 
 
 


"As the years pass, I am coming more and more to understand that it is the common, everyday blessings of our common everyday lives for which we should be particularly grateful."

~ Laura Ingalls Wilder 

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Saturday, April 22, 2017

April Showers Bring May Flowers

Rain has deluged our fair city all week long.
Bucket loads of the stuff, and now we are under a flash flooding warning.
I can only hope when the merry month of May arrives, the flowers will show their gratitude.
 


 

 

Wednesday, April 19, 2017

Late Bloomer

Our Iris have finally bloomed.
It seems as though they are always late bloomers, long after most others in the neighborhood have put on their Spring show, ours slowly awaken.

They are from antique Iris stock, handed down from family member, to family member, these particular flowers being over a half a century old.
Tended with love and shared amongst the generations, from great grandmother, to great granddaughter.
                                                                               
 



The Tennessee State Flower

May your blooms be floriferous and in good form,
Distinctive, with good substance, flare, and airborne,
With standards and falls that endure, never torn.
May you display many buds and blooms sublime,
In graceful proportion on strong stalks each day,
Gently floating above the fans and the fray.
May you too reach toward the moon and stars,
Bloom after bloom, many seasons in the sun,
Enjoying your life, health, and each loved one,
Until your 'living days are artfully done.

~ Georgia Gudykunst
 
 

Tuesday, April 18, 2017

Feathered Friends



 
 
"Poor indeed is the garden in which birds find no homes."
~ Abram L. Urban
 

Saturday, April 15, 2017

Purple Delight

We had a late freeze this spring, it took it's toll on many tender plants.
I feared the Clematis vine would be one of those struggling to return, and yet to my surprise here she is once again.
Year after year, this sweet little vine graces us with heart-stopping beauty, I can't help but smile each time it catches my eye.

Just in time for Easter her purple blooms put on a show.
 

 


 

 And Spring arose on the garden fair,
Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere;
And each flower and herb on Earth's dark breast
Rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.

~Percy Bysshe Shelley, "The Sensitive Plant
 

Friday, April 14, 2017

A Visit With The Easter Bunny




 

ALL I EVER NEEDED TO KNOW ABOUT LIFE I LEARNED FROM THE EASTER BUNNY

Don’t put all of your eggs in one basket.
Walk softly and carry a big carrot.
Everyone needs a friend who is all ears.
There’s no such thing as too much candy.
All work and no play can make you a basket case.
A cute little tail attracts a lot of attention.
Everyone is entitled to a bad hare day.
Let happy thoughts multiply like rabbits.
Some body parts should be floppy.
Keep your paws off other people’s jellybeans.
Good things come in small sugar-coated packages.
The grass is always greener in someone else’s basket.
An Easter bonnet can tame even the wildest hare.
To show your true colors – you have to come out of your shell.
The best things in life are still sweet and gooey.

~ Author Unknown

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  Wishing you  A Happy Easter dear friends ...



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Tuesday, April 11, 2017

Home Sweet Home

 
 
" Where we love is home, home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts "
                                                 ~ Oliver Wendell  Holmes                 
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Sunday, April 9, 2017

Yew Tree Farm

If you share a love of Beatrix Potter as I do, I have a treat in store.....

Courtesy of Britain's ITV3 television program 'Living the Dream' we are treated to an incredible visit inside Yew Tree Farmhouse, home of Beatrix Potter.


The life of Beatrix Potter is a fascinating story in itself, one that has a lot to offer children particularly as an insight into the constraints and expectations of women in the Victorian Era. Ahead of her time she defied convention to become not only one of the great storytellers and artists of her age but also a landowner, farmer and conservationist .


(Helen) Beatrix Potter (1866-1943)

Yew Tree Farm with its distinctive ‘spinning gallery’ is in the beautiful Lake District, in a stunning picturesque setting it is ideally located for all Lakeland activities.
 
The Farm House was built in 1693 and is one of the most photographed farms in the North. Yew tree was owned by Beatrix Potter in the 1930s and is still home to many of her furnishings, Yew Tree farm featured as ‘Hill Top’ in the movie ‘Miss Potter’ starring Rene Zellweger.
 
Beatrix called the Lake District in England her beloved home. She owned several farms in the local area, Yew Tree Farmhouse being her favorite. Yew Tree Farmhouse is partly of 17th Century date or earlier, with a new end added in 1743.
 
This date, and the initials of the then owner, George Walker, are cut in the ironwork of the front door. The farm gets its name from the yew tree, some 700 years old when it blew down in 1896.

"…as nearly perfect a little place as I ever lived in, and such nice old-fashioned people in the village." -Beatrix Potter



Video credit: yewtreefarm1/ITV3

Saturday, April 8, 2017

Spring Fever

The sun shone brightly this afternoon, and I couldn't resist the urge to plant a few pots of flowers.
I may well regret it if we dip down to the freezing mark at night, but feeling the sun's warmth on my face, and the soil between my fingers, felt rejuvenating.
Two feisty felines were my constant companions, chasing bees and butterflies.
Life is good.
 



                                                
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Thursday, April 6, 2017

In April

 
 
This I saw on an April day:
Warm rain spilt from a sun-lined cloud,
A sky-flung wave of gold at evening,
And a cock pheasant treading a dusty path
Shy and proud.

And this I found in an April field:
A new white calf in the sun at noon,
A flash of blue in a cool moss bank,
And tips of tulips promising flowers
To a blue-winged loon.

And this I tried to understand
As I scrubbed the rust from my brightening plow:
The movement of seed in furrowed earth,
And a blackbird whistling sweet and clear
From a green-sprayed bough.
 
~ James Hearst  (1900-1983)
 

Wednesday, April 5, 2017

Spring Cleaning

The first grass-cutting of the season, just in time before rain and thunderstorms move into our area later today.
 

                                                     Beatrix Potter gets a new hairdo.


Several days ago I hung the summer wreath in place, after adding a variety of new flowers.


Mrs.. Robin came along, and has decided it is a fittin' place to raise her babies inside, and  lost no time in building a new nest.

 
I shall have to be a dutiful hostess and careful not burn the porch lights after dark.