No deadlines to meet, no chores to complete, no lists to check twice.
A day to lounge in the comfort of your pajamas and woolly socks, to gaze out of the window and watch the falling leaves drift slowly to the ground.
A day for sipping cups of tea and curling up in a comfy chair with a portly feline at your side.
A simple day.
Oliver is on patrol this weekend, keeping watch over little Tom Kitten.
"Tom" was thought to have been a boy, but turns out he's a "she" and yesterday underwent spay-surgery.
Gratefully all went well, even Oliver was concerned when little kitty didn't want to play and harass him.
We still call her Tom, since that is the name she responds to, but I'm slowly changing it to Tom Tilly, she doesn't seem to mind.
Oliver takes his job very seriously.
Because under all that pretense of aloofness, he really does care.
O, TO have a little house! To own the hearth and stool and
all! The heaped up sods upon the fire, The pile of turf against the
wall! To have a clock with weights and chains And
pendulum swinging up and down! A dresser filled with shining
delph, Speckled and white and blue and brown! I could be
busy all the day Clearing and sweeping hearth and floor, And fixing on
their shelf again My white and blue and speckled store! I could be quiet there at night Beside the fire and by
myself, Sure of a bed and loth to leave
The ticking clock and the shining delph! Och! but I'm
weary of mist and dark, And roads where there's never a house nor
bush, And tired I am of bog and road, And the crying wind and the lonesome
hush! And I am praying to God on high, And I am praying
Him night and day, For a little house—a house of my own— Out of the wind's and the rain's way. ~Padraic Colum 1881 - 1972
Left blooming alone;
All her lovely companions
Are faded and gone;
No flower of her kindred,
No rosebud is nigh,
To reflect back her blushes,
To give sigh for sigh.
I'll not leave thee, thou lone one!
To pine on the stem;
Since the lovely are sleeping,
Go, sleep thou with them.
Thus kindly I scatter,
Thy leaves o'er the bed,
Where thy mates of the garden
Lie scentless and dead.
So soon may I follow,
When friendships decay,
From Love's shining circle
The gems drop away.
When true hearts lie withered
And fond ones are flown,
Oh! who would inhabit,
This bleak world alone?
Our home will be void of it's Halloween porch decorations this season.
We are in the middle of some overdue renovation, all the porch-rails have been taken down, and columns stripped of paint, there is much work to do, and all as the weather has turned colder.
Oliver is not pleased, since the front-porch is where he sits atop his wicker stool, and keeps vigil against any intruders.
Change is not one of our strong points.
"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."
The nights are drawing in fast, darkness falling around 7pm each evening.
I love to light candles on the porch, and sit and enjoy the cool night air.
My latest craft project has been the creation of these Mason Jar lights. You can purchase the lid-lights at most craft stores, or online, mine were left over from my granddaughter's wedding decorations.
The lids fit a regular Mason Jar opening, and charges the solar battery throughout the day.
The jars can be filled with glass beads or decorations, and when darkness falls they add charm and coziness to your outdoor space.
Hang them on fence posts or walkways if you need path-light ideas.
I've been thumbing through wallpaper patterns, in the hopes of re-wallpapering the guest bathroom.
Book upon book of gorgeous prints, a person could get lost in flipping through the pages.
I keep returning to a design by Waverly (one of my most favorite manufacturers), Emma's garden, a timeless and pretty design, with a traditional English flair.
What do you think ?
When the leaves are beginning to change, and the temperatures start to fall, my thoughts turn to comfort food.
My favorite soup is homemade mushroom soup, earthy-goodness, silky smooth and comforting on cool Autumn nights.
Serve with a crusty loaf of French bread, light a candle or two and enjoy.
Cream of Mushroom Soup.
1 med. onion
3/4 lb. mushrooms
3 Tbsp. flour.
1 clove of garlic ( very finely chopped )
1 tbsp. fresh thyme chopped or 1 tsp. dried
1 tsp. Worcestershire sauce
dash of nutmeg
1 Knorr Swiss vegetable cube
3 cups of chicken broth
3/4 cup heavy cream
1 large bay leaf
fresh ground pepper to taste.
fresh parsley or chives for garnish
butter and add the chopped onion and garlic. Cook until onion is transparent at medium.
mushrooms and continue to cook for about 5 min.
Add the flour and the vegetable
cube and stir in. Immediately add the chicken broth and water, incorporating
Add bay leaf and pepper, cover and bring to a boil.
Add Worcestershire sauce , thyme and dash of nutmeg.
Turn heat down
immediately and simmer for 5 minutes.
Remove bay leaf and add cream.
top with fresh croutons or crackers.
Garnish with parsley or chives.