Saturday, August 29, 2015

Cottage Love

The cottage homes of England
   By thousands on her plains,
They are smiling o'er the silvery brooks,
   And round the hamlet-fanes.
Thro' glowing orchards forth they peep,
   Each from its nook of leaves,
And fearless there the lowly sleep,
   As the bird beneath the eaves

~ Felicia Hermans  1793 -1835

Thursday, August 27, 2015

Cat- astrophe.

Oliver is not a happy camper.
He took a trip to his veterinarian today, in order to get his annual checkup and feline vaccinations.
It completely stresses him out, being out of his comfort zone, and to add insult to injury three shots in his bum before he's finished.
I'm in the cat house.  

Wednesday, August 26, 2015

That Was Easy

I was in the mood to do a little home decorating, updating kitchen counter-tops and new appliances.
Then I started looking at all the options, colors, and designs until my head began to ache, and my blood pressure shot up. 
I have convinced myself, that what I have already is quite charming, and well.....timeless.
On to the next project.

Sunday, August 23, 2015

May The Road Rise Up To Meet You

A dear friend painstakingly cross-stitched this timeless Irish blessing for me several years ago.
I grew up hearing this prayer and seeing it grace the walls of many homes.
It's words have always been a favorite of mine, encouraging peace and good fortune into one's life.
From my little corner of the world.....to yours.

Friday, August 21, 2015

On Patrol

The weather has turned cooler.
Lower humidity and gentle breezes, the perfect weather for outdoor adventures. .
Oliver was on patrol today, keeping those pesky squirrels at bay.
He takes his work very seriously.

Thursday, August 20, 2015

Summer's Waning

Summer days are noticeably shorter. There is a cooler rush to the evening air.
Down on  main street the shopkeepers are displaying their Autumn flowers, and the feel of changing seasons is afoot.
The Summer's Gold Lantana blooms heartily,  as if it knows Summer's loveliest smile, is fleeting.


Tuesday, August 18, 2015

Home Sweet Home

"Home, the spot of earth supremely blest,
A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest. "

~ Robert Montgomery
View from the grandchildren's bedroom window...now all grown up. 

Sunday, August 16, 2015

The Potting Shed

The Shed..

"In the potting shed, our hearts, the pleasures of home, and the glories of the garden merge.
Its practical character eases our garden labors.
Its romantic nature enriches our lives.
Here is peace, and beauty, and a sense of purpose."

~Linda Joan Smith : The Potting Shed

Friday, August 14, 2015

Mother Nature's Bounty

Meadow wildflowers make me smile.

  "He who is born with a silver spoon in his mouth is generally considered a fortunate person, but his good fortune is small compared to that of the happy mortal who enters this world with a passion for flowers in his soul."
- Celia

Thursday, August 13, 2015


The Crepe Myrtle bush is in full bloom, it's flowers will put on this show for the better part of a month.
The harsh cold winter has taken a toll on many Crepe Myrtles, most did not fare well, those that did, seem to have lots of dead wood, and have been heavily pruned back.
It loves the summer heat, I have offered it my portion.

Wednesday, August 12, 2015


I have felt cats rubbing their faces against mine and touching my cheek with claws carefully sheathed.
These things, to me, are expressions of love.

~ James Herriot

Monday, August 10, 2015

Mr. Raccoon

Early this morning the Mr. came into the bedroom, and informs me he has fished a dead raccoon out of our tiny pond.
What ?
Why would it have even been in the pond, after all I gave the fish away years ago, so nothing to eat.......
He didn't appear to have any obvious signs of trauma and none of the pond's landscaping rocks and fountain had been disturbed.
I've called the local wildlife officials, thinking they may be interested in testing for rabies or distemper virus, if they are keeping such statistics.
It's a puzzling start to the week, I'm hoping there's no others........

Sunday, August 9, 2015

Gifts From The Sky

There is something quite magical about finding a feather lying on the ground.
Discarded and no longer needed, yet still beautiful in it's perfection.
Folklore has it, finding feathers in your path, means you have angels in your life.
I treasure my gifts from the sky.

Saturday, August 8, 2015

Weaving Their Way

The Morning Glory vines are winding their tendrils along the garden fence, at an alarming rate.
I plant them early in the Summer each year, and for the past four years, they've graced us with Heavenly Blue blooms from Mid July until late October.
This year, we seem to be sharing them with the grasshoppers.


Thursday, August 6, 2015

View From My Window

Thunder clouds are forming overhead, we welcome any rain.
Summer flowers are limp on the vine.
Today a possum, a raccoon, a groundhog, wild turkeys and deer pass through, all searching for a place  to quench their thirst.
The fruit from the neighbor's pear tree seems to satisfy their needs.




Monday, August 3, 2015

Wildflower Beauty


Resembling something of an underwater sea-creature, the Passion Flower resides far from the ocean, in land-locked Tennessee.
It was first named as the official state flower in 1919 and then in 1939 the iris was also named the state flower. In 1973 legislation was passed designating the passion flower as the state wildflower and the iris as the state cultivated flower.

Also known as the maypop, wild apricot and the ocoee, passion flowers grow wild in the southern United States and South America. Ocoee is the Indian name for the passion flower (also used in the name of the Ocoee River and valley in Tennessee and the city of Ocoee in Florida). American Indians considered ocoee the most beautiful of flowers.
I can't help but agree.

Sunday, August 2, 2015


The first week of August hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a Ferris wheel when it pauses in its turning. The weeks that come before are only a climb from balmy spring, and those that follow a drop to the chill of autumn, but the first week of August is motionless, and hot. It is curiously silent, too, with blank white dawns and glaring noons, and sunsets smeared with too much color. Often at night there is lightning, but it quivers all alone. "

~Natalie Babbitt, Tuck Everlasting

Friday, July 31, 2015

Come Fly With Me

Just living is not enough," said the butterfly," One must have sunshine, freedom and a little

~Hans Christian Anderson

Monday, July 27, 2015

Rain Dancing

We need rain....
The kind of non-stop gully-washing rain, to drench the parched grass and flowers, and give a respite to this Summer heat.
Almost unbearable to work outside unless you're used to this kind of hot weather, I confess to sheltering indoors, under the comfort of the air conditioning.
Even the birds choose to dip their toes in the birdbath, and just vegetate.

Monday, July 20, 2015

A Little Blog Break


Taking a little bloggy break, chores are piling up :)
When I can gather the wind in my sails, I'll return.
Stay well !