Tales of a British expat, transplanted into the lush Tennessee countryside. Lover of old, time-worn, and antique. Tea-drinker, flower-grower, animal-nurturer.
Saturday, February 29, 2020
Tuesday, February 25, 2020
Home Sweet Home
Snow is forecast for tomorrow, just when my thoughts are all turning to Spring activities.
Hopefully just a dusting, I'm happy my errands were all run yesterday, and I can stay hearthside, with two portly kitties as my companions.
Labels:
Cabin fever,
grape hyacinths,
waiting for spring
Monday, February 24, 2020
Rainy Days And Mondays
I was up with the larks this morning, awakened by the sound of rain pelting against the windows, long before the morning light itself had appeared.
As much rainfall as we've had in the past couple of months, our Spring growing season, should be a healthy one.
No dried-up soils here.
As much rainfall as we've had in the past couple of months, our Spring growing season, should be a healthy one.
No dried-up soils here.
" The best kind of rain, of course, is a cozy rain.
This is the kind the anonymous medieval poet makes me remember, the rain that falls on a day when you'd just as soon stay in bed a little longer, write letters or read a good book by the fire, take early tea with hot scones and jam and look out the streaked window with complacency. "
Friday, February 21, 2020
A Taste Of Home
A little afternoon snack.
English Jacob's cream crackers, Irish aged-cheddar cheese, a few pickled onions.
I could eat them until they run out of my ears.
Ooh dear.
Followed by a lovely cup of Yorkshire tea.
Wednesday, February 19, 2020
A Peaceful Easy Feeling
Our days are getting noticeably longer, darkness now falls around 5:30 each evening.
Mother Nature sent us sunshine today, sixty five degrees worth of the stuff, encouraging us to break out of our cabin-fever mold, and delight in pottering around the garden.
The Robins are in abundance, busily pulling the earthworms from the moist soil, the nests are getting feathered, the Pussy Willow buds are awaking.
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.
Not long now.
Labels:
late Winter days,
living with contentment,
peacefulness,
Wind
Sunday, February 16, 2020
Thursday, February 6, 2020
Tuesday, February 4, 2020
All Change
Our days have been filled with glorious sunshine.
The daffodils are shooting up from the ground, offering the promise of spring.
I tidied around the porches and fiddled in the potting shed yesterday, it's hard to stay cooped up when the sun is shining.
After a welcomed, 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.....
"Winter is the time of promise because there is so little to do - or because you can now and then permit yourself the luxury of thinking so."
~Stanley Crawford
Labels:
mid-winter nesting,
Sunshine,
thunderstorms brewing
Sunday, February 2, 2020
News From Gobbler's Knob
Rabbits have been making a show in the garden.
Nibbling on the new shoots of grass.
The songbirds are once again appearing , a good sign that life is beginning to awaken.
Punxsutawney Phil has predicted an early spring, maybe in these southern states, the poor folks in other parts of the country, digging out of the snow, will be harder to convince......
We're having a balmy 70 degrees of sunshine today, how's that for a treat !
We're having a balmy 70 degrees of sunshine today, how's that for a treat !
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