Tuesday, February 27, 2018

Color Comes To Town

I know that spring is upon us, when the Redbud trees start giving out their beautiful pink buds.
The redbud is a tree that is valued far more than its small size might suggest. This lovely harbinger of spring has been called “a breath of fresh air after a long winter” and no less than “one of our most beautiful native trees” writes tree expert Michael Dirr, of The Arbor Day Foundation.

It is hard to express adequately the miracle of a tree that had branches so bare all through winter suddenly go from stark brown to magenta.
But there she is again, emerging from her own winter of storms, freeze, winds, and drought, still standing, still surviving, still blooming, still giving.

Monday, February 26, 2018

In Anticipation

The garden has come alive, with songbirds, squirrels, rabbits, and the resident possums..
 Bluebirds are feathering their nests, in anticipation of the next generation.
So much activity fluffing and feathering. 


For winter's rains and ruins are over,
And all the season of snows and sins;
The days dividing lover and lover,
And time remembered is grief forgotten,
And frosts are slain and flowers begotten,
And in green underwood and cover
Blossom by blossom the spring begins.

~ Algernon Charles Swinburne

Saturday, February 24, 2018


Surely we are getting closer....
The Robins are in abundance, busily pulling the earthworms from the moist soil, the nests are getting feathered, the Pussy Willow buds are awaking.
Daffodils are waving their sleepy heads in the noon day sun.
Not long now.

Wednesday, February 21, 2018

Friday, February 16, 2018

All Change

We warmed to an incredible 77degrees yesterday, matching the highest recorded temperature on record for this date in February.
I tidied around the garden and fiddled in the potting shed, my to-do list seems endless before putting winter to rest for another season.
After a gloriously warm and sunshiny day, today it's back to rain, dark and dreary.
A cozy day to enjoy inside.
Wishing you peace, in whatever little corner of the world, you call home......

Thursday, February 15, 2018

Batten Down The Hatches

The wind is blowing a gale.
Birds are literally flying sideways.
Each time I look out of the window, the windmill is turning a hundred miles an hour, if only I knew how to convert that energy into electricity, my utilities would be free for a month !
It's a balmy 74 degrees today, in February, we are headed for a night of thunderstorms, and more wind.
And it's not even March.

Wednesday, February 14, 2018

With Love From Me To You

" The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.".
Eden Ahbez "Nature Boy"

May your Valentine's Day be special !


Sunday, February 11, 2018


Two days of continuous rainfall, water standing ankle-deep, I'm beginning to think a pair of webbed-feet would be fitting.
Temperatures are unseasonably warm, and will remain so throughout the week.
There are shoots popping out of the ground everywhere, which is a little discerning, since we are still in the depths of winter, and snow is still a possibility.
I think Mother Nature has a wicked sense of humor.
Row, row, row your boat......



Thursday, February 8, 2018

Thoughts Of Home

The Manor Farm
The rock-like mud unfroze a little, and rills
Ran and sparkled down each side of the road
Under the catkins wagging in the hedge.
But earth would have her sleep out, spite of the sun;
Nor did I value that thin glilding beam
More than a pretty February thing
Till I came down to the old Manor Farm,
And church and yew-tree opposite, in age
Its equals and in size. The church and yew
And farmhouse slept in a Sunday silentness.
The air raised not a straw. The steep farm roof,
With tiles duskily glowing, entertained
The mid-day sun; and up and down the roof
White pigeons nestled. There was no sound but one.
Three cart-horses were looking over a gate
Drowsily through their forelocks, swishing their tails
Against a fly, a solitary fly.
The Winter's cheek flushed as if he had drained
Spring, Summer, and Autumn at a draught
And smiled quietly. But 'twas not Winter—
Rather a season of bliss unchangeable
Awakened from farm and church where it had lain
Safe under tile and thatch for ages since
This England, Old already, was called Merry.

Edward Thomas 1878

Monday, February 5, 2018

Me And My Shadow

Tom-Tilly spends most of her day shadowing Oliver, even when he's sleeping. We are convinced she has imprinted on Oliver as her mother, especially as she was such a tiny little kitten when she first appeared from living beneath my potting shed.
It makes us smile, despite Oliver's lack of reciprocation, he knows he's loved, and allows her to eat from the food bowl first.

Saturday, February 3, 2018

News From Gobbler's Knob

It appears that winter is not yet over, according to the legendary groundhog Punxsutawney Phil.
Six more weeks and hopefully we'll be well on our way to warmer days and blue skies.

Yesterday I noticed how many birds had reappeared from their Winter nests, chirping and busying themselves about the landscape, the milder weather had stirred their feathered souls.

Today, they are silenced once again.

Thursday, February 1, 2018

Comfort Food


Today is a typical dark and dreary start to February, there's not a ray of sunshine in the sky.

I'm making a Shepherd's Pie for supper to cheer ourselves up.
A concoction of ground beef, onions, carrots, and peas cooked in a beef gravy and tomato sauce, with herbs and spices; then topped off with mashed potatoes and browned in the oven until the potatoes are nice and crusty.

I buy the Colman Shepherd's Pie mix, available through Publix grocery stores, on the English import isle.
If it's not on hand, then the gravy part is made with oxo's or beef bouillon cubes and tomato paste, rosemary, thyme, garlic, and parsley.


Shepherd's Pie was the first meal I cooked  as a newly wed , it remains one of my husband's  favorites to this day.
It will be accompanied by boiled cabbage, mashed it with lots of butter, and fresh pepper, that's how my mum used to serve it.
Serve with a slice of pickled beetroot or a few pickled onions on the side, and a nice crusty loaf of bread.