Saturday, February 27, 2021

Playtimes

A little project I have worked to restore in these days of isolation , has been this antique dolly bed.
My great-granddaughter loves to play with her dollies.

First a gentle sanding, and then two applications of child-friendly paint. 
Next, I ordered two bespoke waterslide decals from England, and applied them to the headboard and footboard.

A vintage treasure reborn.




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Monday, February 22, 2021

February Days

After days of being cocooned in a blanket of white, temperatures have slowly warmed and sunshine has once again become our welcomed companion.
My plans were to clean-up around the garden today, but melting snow has the earth completely soaked, not the best kind of conditions if you are unsteady underfoot.
The tiny birds have reappeared, happily foraging amongst the bushes and shrubs, no longer a prisoner in their little nests made of sticks.
An entire week without venturing farther than the front porch, my to-do list is as long as my arm. 
 

 

Wednesday, February 17, 2021

Winter Nesting


 

Cocooned in a blanket of ice and snow, our days are not much different from the isolating COVID days.
Days seem to run into weeks and weeks into months.
Many businesses are shuttered closed, employees unable to navigate the treacherous roads, especially the more rural ones that are left untreated.
I'm extremely grateful for a refrigerator and pantry full of food, and a house that is warm and cozy.
Others are not so lucky.


Tuesday, February 16, 2021

Iced Over


If given the option, I would have chosen snow.
Soft, white flakes blanketing the ground.
Instead, we are covered in ice.
Trees, houses, vehicles, bird-feeders.
No snowballs today.


 


 

 





 



Monday, February 1, 2021

Snow Day

 And The Snow Came.

  
 
 
 
Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,
Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields,
Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air
Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven,
And veils the farmhouse at the garden's end.
The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet
Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit
Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed
In a tumultuous privacy of storm.

The Snow Storm ~ Ralph Waldo Eme