Tuesday, October 28, 2014

All Better

Tom-Tilly is all healed from her spay.
Full of energy, and  endlessly chasing leaves around the garden .

Sunday, October 26, 2014

A Cosy Cottage

If you make your tea using a teapot, chances are you own a tea cosy.

A tea cosy is a cover for a teapot traditionally made of cloth or wool which is used to insulate the tea, keeping it warm while it brews.
Cloth tea cosies often have padded inserts, which can be removed and washed separately.
They are often available in matching sets with other items such as tablecloths, oven gloves and aprons.
Although the history of the tea cosy may begin when tea was introduced to Britain in the 1660s, the first documented use of a tea cosy in Britain was in 1867.
The quaint little cottage cosy, was given to me by my parents, on one of my visits home.

Friday, October 17, 2014

A Simple Day

Some days it's good to do nothing.
No deadlines to meet, no chores to complete, no lists to check twice.
A day to lounge in the comfort of your pajamas and woolly socks, to gaze out of the window and watch the falling leaves drift slowly to the ground.
A day for sipping cups of tea and curling up in a comfy chair with a portly feline at your side.
A simple day.

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

How I'll Miss You When You're Gone

Sixty days and counting, still blooming your little hearts out.
How you've made me smile each morning .....

Saturday, October 11, 2014

Just A Little House

An Old Woman Of The Roads.
O, TO have a little house!
To own the hearth and stool and all!
The heaped up sods upon the fire,
The pile of turf against the wall!

To have a clock with weights and chains
And pendulum swinging up and down!
A dresser filled with shining delph,
Speckled and white and blue and brown!

I could be busy all the day
Clearing and sweeping hearth and floor,
And fixing on their shelf again
My white and blue and speckled store!

I could be quiet there at night
Beside the fire and by myself,
Sure of a bed and loth to leave
The ticking clock and the shining delph!

Och! but I'm weary of mist and dark,
And roads where there's never a house nor bush,
And tired I am of bog and road,
And the crying wind and the lonesome hush!

And I am praying to God on high,
And I am praying Him night and day,
For a little house—a house of my own—
Out of the wind's and the rain's way.

~Padraic Colum 1881 - 1972

Saturday, October 4, 2014


Our home will be void of it's Halloween porch decorations this season.
We are in the middle of some overdue renovation, all the porch-rails have been taken down, and columns stripped of paint, there is much work to do, and all as the weather has turned colder.
Oliver is not pleased, since the front-porch is where he sits atop his wicker stool, and keeps vigil against any intruders.
Change is not one of our strong points.


Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Autumn Splendor

“Autumn...the year's last, loveliest smile.”
-William Cullen Bryant