Tales of a British expat, transplanted into the lush Tennessee countryside. Lover of old, time-worn, and antique. Tea-drinker, flower-grower, animal-nurturer.
Tuesday, March 28, 2023
Wednesday, March 22, 2023
Spring Thoughts
Our weather has turned wet and cold, not the typical Spring weather one is hoping for.
I have plans for planting and pottering, but sadly not today.
There's a cold, blustery north wind blowing, and rain has saturated the ground for the past two days.
Candle-light brightens the darkness, and the aroma of baking banana bread, fills the air.
Friday, March 10, 2023
Nesting
Despite blue skies and sunshine, there is a cold, whipping wind, outside.
A bone-chilling wind, that keeps me cocooned inside today, despite having other plans.
A new candle scent permeates the kitchen, I'm thinking Spring needs to hurry and get it's skates on......
Wednesday, March 8, 2023
Wednesday, March 1, 2023
Hello March
A glorious sunshiny day today.
Wednesday, February 1, 2023
Iced Over
Friday, January 20, 2023
Winter Days
We have had the strangest warm weather these past few days.
Here it is, the middle of winter, and the temperatures have reached a balmy 71 degrees yesterday, folks were running around town, in shorts and flip-flops !
The Iris shoots are popping up out of the ground, twelve inches tall already.
We are in for a true taste of winter, temperatures down in the thirties and nightly freezes are in the forecast.
Friday, January 13, 2023
Snowflakes
Under a cold spell for the past few days, the resident deer have been showing up at the water trough.
A group of eight does, mamas and their babies.
All fat and healthy, they have quite a variety to choose from in the nearby pasture and woods.
My arborvitaes however, seem to be their favorites.
Out of the bosom of the air,
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.
Friday, January 6, 2023
Nesting
~ Thomas De Quincey 1796
Tuesday, January 3, 2023
Winter Days
A damp and sunless morning.
The school bus went by when it was barely daylight, those little children have such early starts to their busy days.
I have a list of chores as long as my arm waiting for attention, but my motivation seems to be running on empty.
The last of the Christmas decorations were returned to their boxes yesterday, although I felt the need to leave a set of twinkling lights in the kitchen.
Sparkly encouragement is welcomed.
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