Monday, August 31, 2020

A Cozy Tale

I have always been amazed by the wonderful friends we meet through this world called blogging.
Words of encouragement, sympathy, and an overall feeling of camaraderie.
The sort of people I would enjoy sitting down and sharing a pot of tea and a scone with.

A sweet fellow blogger  writes a delightful blog about all things tea, and in particular English tea and customs. https://bernideensteatimeblog.blogspot.com/
Bernideen owned her own tea room in Colorado Springs, Colorado, a town co-incidentally, I lived in for several years, but wasn't aware of her delight.
Recently,  Bernideen has moved to be closer to family in Missouri, and has recreated her tea room in her home, and stunning garden.

Her talents do not stop there she is also a talented crafter.
She designs and sews amazingly beautiful tea-cozies.
If you are a regular reader of my little blog, you are probably aware that I recently lost my handsome Oliver cat to Bobcat fever, a terrible disease with little or no cure.
Bernideen contacted me and asked if she could send me a gift, in remembrance of Oliver, and Saturday it arrived.

The sweetest little tea-cozy created with kitties on the fabric, front and center is the image of a orange and white kitty, just like my Oliver.
The cozy can be reversed, the opposite side, is fabric covered in the Union Jack flag of England.
It's perfect, as pretty as I could have imagined, THAT kindness just made my day.

Thank you dear Bernideen, I will forever treasure your beautiful gift.







Sunday, August 30, 2020

Wildflower Beauty

One of the sure signs, that Summer is waning, is the return of the Passion Flower..




Resembling something of an underwater sea-creature, the Passion Flower resides far from the ocean, in land-locked Tennessee.
It was first named as the official state flower in 1919 and then in 1939 the iris was also named the state flower. In 1973 legislation was passed designating the passion flower as the state wildflower and the iris as the state cultivated flower.

Also known as the maypop, wild apricot and the Ocoee, passion flowers grow wild in the southern United States and South America. Ocoee is the Indian name for the passion flower (also used in the name of the Ocoee River and valley in Tennessee and the city of Ocoee in Florida). American Indians considered Ocoee the most beautiful of flowers.
I can't help but agree.

Saturday, August 29, 2020

English Country Folk

A little treasure from the Royal Doulton, Beswick, English Country Folk Collection,
Mrs Rabbit Baker.
I found her on one of our many trips to the antique shops in England during my last trip home. 
She reminds me of my grandma Elizabeth Jane, who owned one of the towns local bakeries.





" No matter what time you call in at Mrs. Rabbit's homely* cottage, you're sure to find her hard at work in the cozy, wood-panelled kitchen.
Whether a traditional Sunday roast, delicious cakes, or her famous homemade scones, Mrs Rabbit's care and skill make every mouthful a special treat."


* for American readers the use of the word 'homely' in England means cozy and comfortable.

Thursday, August 27, 2020

Returning

The porch rails have been replaced, how I've missed them !
This is our third set of rails, the spindles are custom turned and made from beautiful Western Cedar wood, shipped in from North Dakota.
The painters show up tomorrow, not the best timing, with a hurricane lingering in the atmosphere.
Tom-Tilly is one happy little camper, they give her just enough privacy to watch over her domain, yet deter adventurous visitors from disturbing her naps. 
That unusually means a  naughty squirrel or two.  




Tuesday, August 25, 2020

Late Summer Days

Long summer days, lend hope to ticking off some of those ' to-do ' chores around the place.
Summer flowers are hanging limp on the vine, several of the perennials have already stopped blooming for the season, and others are just arriving.
We'll be pulling, and weeding, and digging and tending, until the first frost arrives.












I spent the day at my daughter's hobby farm yesterday, she's having a clean-out, seems we always accumulate too much stuff !
We are open to suggestions :)

The donkeys followed us as we drove up on the hill, hoping we were carrying vanilla wafers, they will do anything for a handful.
Inside the barn,  the swallows' nests are filled with babies. Such a sweet sight, watching those little yellow beaks appearing over the nests, when their parents were within earshot.

Nature never fails to renew my spirit.







Sunday, August 23, 2020

Words From The Old Farmer's Almanac

"Winter will be warmer than normal, on average, with the coldest periods in early December, late January, and early to mid-February"


Apparently, the trees have not yet read that prediction.
Autumn seems to be creeping in.



Friday, August 21, 2020

Red Sky At Night....


A peaceful sunset this evening.
Cooler temps, after a warm and breezy Summer's day.
Peace.....such a lovely thought.


Thursday, August 20, 2020

Weaving Their Way






THE MORNING GLORY

Was it worth while to paint so fair
Thy every leaf - to vein with faultless art
Each petal, taking the boon light and air
Of summer so to heart?

To bring thy beauty unto perfect flower,
Then, like a passing fragrance or a smile,
Vanish away, beyond recovery's power -
Was it, frail bloom, worth while?

Thy silence answers: "Life was mine!
And I, who pass without regret or grief,
Have cared the more to make my moment fine,
Because it was so brief.

"In its first radiance I have seen
The sun! - why tarry then till comes the night?
I go my way, content that I have been
Part of the morning light!"


~ Florence Earl Coates ( 1850-1927 )


Tuesday, August 18, 2020

Summer's Serenade








"The steady buzzzzzzz of the Katydid chorus,
the bass solo of the croaking Frog,
the steady woof-woof-woof a barking Dog
- a summer night's serenade."

~Michael P. Garofalo : Cuttings


Saturday, August 15, 2020

Foggy-Start

Our morning started with a heavy fog, one that didn't lift until well into the morning hours.
Heavy pop-storms are now the evening normal, and lightning quivers in the night sky.

Down on Main Street there are signs of seasons-changing, Autumn wares are now being displayed.
The last of the Summer flowers are steadfastly holding on...










Thursday, August 13, 2020

In A Pickle

My sweet daughter has worked at the same company over the past thirty years. 
This summer her job was no longer.
She's enjoying taking care of her little hobby farm, and has found a new talent....canning.
From pencil-pusher to pickle-packer and lots more.
Bread and butter pickles and I can't stop devouring them 🙂



Monday, August 10, 2020

Summer's Gold

 

 "Oh, the summer night
Has a smile of light
And she sits on a sapphire throne."

- Barry Cornwall
 

Friday, August 7, 2020

Bee-ing Busy


The garden is all abuzz, with bees, and butterflies, lightning bugs and ladybugs.
All so very busy dutifully distributing the pollen amongst the flowers.
I thank them more than words can say.



 
 
 








 
 Like trains of cars on tracks of plush
I hear the level bee:
A jar across the flowers goes,
Their velvet masonry
Withstands until the sweet assault
Their chivalry consumes,
While he, victorious, tilts away
To vanquish other blooms.
His feet are shod with gauze,
His helmet is of gold;
His breast, a single onyx
With chrysoprase, inlaid.
His labor is a chant,
His idleness a tune;
Oh, for a bee's experience
Of clovers and of noon!

~ Emily Dickinson : The Bee (1830)