Thursday, January 30, 2020

Under The Weather

The household is full of sickness, head colds,  coughing and spluttering. I've spent long days in bed, with Vicks as my companion.
Our state has been deluged with more than it's share of heavy rain and flooding, leading to soggy grounds and mold, which contributes to upper respiratory problems.
Homemade chicken soup is the order of the day, and lots of hot lemon tea.
Stay well friends.

Monday, January 27, 2020


I've been on a roll with my Spring cleaning.
Fluffing, and polishing and organizing.
I'll be repeating the same tasks a few months from now, but at least I've lightened my load.
The problem is, I seem to flit from room to room, and never really complete an entire project, before getting sidetracked with something else.

Such was the case the other evening.
I started off organizing my office cupboard, and discovered a box of photographs that I hadn't looked at in a long time.
Grandchildren from birth onward, through school days, and lazy afternoons spent at the park,  now young adults moving busily along with their own lives.
All those celebrations of birthdays, and Christmases, and planting times in the garden, with their little shovels and rakes.
I allowed myself to become completely absorbed in a time-warp.

Happy times, that hold so many sweet memories.
Where do the years go.

Saturday, January 25, 2020

Talking In Their Sleep

"You think I am dead,"
The apple tree said,
"Because I have never a leaf to show -
Because I stoop,
And my branches droop,
And the dull gray mosses over me grow!

"But I'm still alive in trunk and shoot;
The buds of next May
I fold away -
But I pity the withered grass at my root."

"You think I am dead,"
The quick grass said,
"Because I have parted with stem and blade!
But under the ground,
I am safe and sound
With the snow's thick blanket over me laid.

"I'm all alive, and ready to shoot,
Should the spring of the year
Come dancing here -
But I pity the flower without branch or root."

"You think I am dead,"
A soft voice said,
"Because not a branch or root I own.
I never have died, but close I hide
In a plumy seed that the wind has sown.

"Patient I wait through the long winter hours;
You will see me again -
I shall laugh at you then,
Out of the eyes of a hundred flowers.

Edith Matilda Thomas  (1854 - 1925)


Tuesday, January 21, 2020

Escape to the Chateau Seasons 1-3 preview

My winter binge-watching favorite......

ESCAPE TO THE CHATEAU follows U.K. residents Dick Strawbridge and his partner Angel as they leave their two-bedroom flat in Southend for a beautiful 45-room chateau in northern France. The only problem is it doesn't have electricity, water, or proper plumbing.

" Well done children "

Thursday, January 16, 2020

Winter Reading

We have had the strangest warm weather these past few days.
Here it is, the middle of winter, and the temperatures have reached a balmy 73 degrees yesterday, folks were running around town, in shorts and flip-flops !
My Iris shoots are popping up out of the ground, twelve inches tall already.
Next week we are in for a true taste of winter, temperatures down in the teens, so out come the scarves and gloves once again.
A good excuse to stay home, and indulge in a nice pot of tea and biscuits, and some rather lovely reading material.

Saturday, January 11, 2020


On a rainy day, what is better than napping inside a cardboard box.

Tuesday, January 7, 2020


I'm committing myself to doing a little dusting today.
Where does all the dust come from in the wintertime, it shows up uninvited every day.
We change the filters in the central heat system faithfully on the first day of the month, but no matter what, there always seems to be a layer of dust covering the tabletops.
Funnily enough, when warmer weather arrives, and I'm busy pottering outside, It doesn't come calling..... *smile*.

Friday, January 3, 2020

Winter Days

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