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.




๐Ÿงก

Wednesday, February 24, 2021

A Peaceful Easy Feeling

Mother Nature sent sunshine today, seventy one degrees of the stuff, encouraging us to break out of our cabin-fever mold, and ticking off some of those "to-do" lists.
Nights are getting longer, it's almost six in the evening before darkness settles in.

The Robins have reappeared, busily pulling earthworms from the soaked ground, and around the garden there are signs of Spring everywhere.
Not long now.....

 
 

 
 
 
 







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

 

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. 
 

 

Thursday, February 18, 2021

Silent And Soft



We awoke to another snowfall this morning.
Beautiful to look at, but I have the suspicion folks are really looking for a few constant days of sunshine right about now. 









 


Out of the cloud-folds of her garment shaken,
Over the woodlands, brown and bare
Over the harvest-fields forsaken,
Silent, and soft, and slow
Descends the snow.

~~By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.~~

 
                                                       

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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.


 


 

 





 



Sunday, February 14, 2021

With Love From Me To You



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" The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.".
 
Eden Ahbez "Nature Boy"
 
 















May your Valentine's Day be special !

((Hugs))
x



Thursday, February 4, 2021

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)

 

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