Thursday, December 28, 2017

Winter Days

We are surely in the nesting phase , cold, cold and more cold.......
The kind of cold that makes you want to snuggle inside, and cocoon from the outside world. 
Stay safe and warm friends.
 
 


"Surely everyone is aware of the divine pleasures which attend a wintry fireside; candles at four o’clock, warm hearthrugs, tea, a fair tea-maker, shutters closed, curtains flowing in ample draperies to the floor, whilst the wind and rain are raging audibly without."
 ~ Thomas De Quincey 1796 

Brambly Hedge : Illustrated by Jill Barklem



Friday, December 22, 2017

It Is Christmas

It's pouring down here today. So much so that we are under a flood watch through much of Saturday.
Not the best kind of weather to be finishing up the last of the shopping, but if you are all done, then it's the perfect day for nesting.
 
 









 It is Christmas in the mansion,
Yule-log fires and silkin frocks.
It is Christmas in the cottage,
Mother filling little socks.
It is Christmas in the highway,
In the thronging, busy mart.
But the dearest, truest Christmas
Is the Christmas in the heart.
Author Unknown

 

Wednesday, December 20, 2017

Brown Paper Packages Tied Up With String

Yesterday I braved the masses and finished up my Christmas shopping, at least I think so.
I've still to do the final list-checking, but for once I've gotten ahead of the game, and wrapped all of the gifts.
I'm usually a Christmas-Eve wrapper, in panic mode no less.
My daughter used to help me wrap all of the gifts, but since she has her own family to take care of, I'm left to my own devices.

 
 
Today, I'm taking a little time to relax.
With the winter moon high in the sky, and  the landscape covered in a rain-filled mist, I'm treating myself to an evening hearthside tonight.
Twinkling trees, candles glowing, a pot of tea and Christmas shortbread,  I'm settling in for a date with Dylan Thomas, the popular and much-loved Welsh poet.



 

A Child's Christmas in Wales film, a timeless tale, delivers with gentleness a glimpse of a child's Welsh Christmas and takes you on a journey back to the magic and marvel of boyhood " where no two moments were ever alike, and life was embraced with belief instead of doubt ."
Purely magical !
 


 

Sunday, December 10, 2017

A Mid-December Stroll

Snowflakes fell from the sky, unusual for this time of the year, in Tennessee.
No accumulations, just gently falling, like a dusting of confectioners sugar on a bare landscape.
 
 



" The rapid nightfall of mid-December had quite beset the little villages they approached on soft feet over a first thin fall of powdery snow.
Little was visible but squares of a dusky orange-red on either side of the street, where the firelight or lamplight of each cottage overflowed through the casements into the dark world without.
Most of the low latticed windows were innocent of blinds, and moving from one to another, the lookers-in, so far from home themselves, watched a cat being stroked, a sleepy child picked up and huddled off to bed, or a tired man stretch and knock out his pipe on the end of a smouldering log."


Ratty and Mole, In The Village. ~ Wind in the Willows


Thursday, December 7, 2017

Christmas Magic

One of my all-time favorite Christmas cards, from the American Humane Association.
It just melts my heart.
 



Monday, December 4, 2017

Woolly Socks And Flip-Flops

We've been spoiled up until this point, with warmer than usual days, many not requiring the wearing of a jacket.
Today the high is 72 degrees.
Those last few pleasant days of Autumn, with sunshine aplenty.
 
Later this week, the  temperatures will cool and fall into the twenties, no more flip-flops, now the winter boots and woolly socks appear.
The birds have taken to their nests, the turkeys lead their flocks to the nightly roost.
Winter days will soon be here,  but in just 87 short days, Spring will once again return.