Monday, March 30, 2015

A Visit With The Easter Bunny


Don’t put all of your eggs in one basket.
Walk softly and carry a big carrot.
Everyone needs a friend who is all ears.
There’s no such thing as too much candy.
All work and no play can make you a basket case.
A cute little tail attracts a lot of attention.
Everyone is entitled to a bad hare day.
Let happy thoughts multiply like rabbits.
Some body parts should be floppy.
Keep your paws off other people’s jellybeans.
Good things come in small sugar-coated packages.
The grass is always greener in someone else’s basket.
An Easter bonnet can tame even the wildest hare.
To show your true colors – you have to come out of your shell.
The best things in life are still sweet and gooey.

~ Author Unknown

Sunday, March 29, 2015

Simple Days

"Don't let yourself get so busy that you miss those little but important extras in life ~
the beauty of a day...
the smile of a friend...
the serenity of a quiet moment alone.
For it is often life's smallest pleasures and gentlest joys that make the biggest and most lasting difference."

Wednesday, March 25, 2015


I've been spending time catching up on long-overdue visits with friends.
You know how it is, we all seem to get caught up in the everyday comings and goings of life, and before you realize it,  half the year has passed.
There have been wedding showers, and baby showers, school graduations and birthday celebrations, lots of reasons for get-togethers and endless hours of tea-drinking and giggling.
I've met new friends, and forged new relationships, but there is something to be treasured about the ease of spending time with an old friend.
Of being in the company of someone who knows you inside and out, and you them, in the way that just seems to happen, when months turn into years, and years turn into a lifetime.
It’s like a massage for the soul. You have no idea how much tension you’re carrying around until you’re in an environment so comfortable that it all drains away.

Monday, March 23, 2015

Springing To Life

I found myself running an unexpected errand today, to the big city of Nashville.
It's a bustling, noisy city, full of all that cities have to offer, and has the ever present influence of the Country Music industry.
The antebellum-style mansion of President Andrew Jackson lies within view along my route, the fields are green with new growth, and the surrounding farms are home to flocks of new Spring lambs.
Is there anything sweeter, than a field full of Spring lambs prancing about their mothers.

Young Lambs

The spring is coming by a many signs;
The trays are up, the hedges broken down
That fenced the haystack, and the remnant shines
Like some old antique fragment weathered brown.
And where suns peep, in every sheltered place,
The little early buttercups unfold
A glittering star or two - till many trace
The edges of the blackthorn clumps in gold.
And then a little lamb bolts up behind
The hill, and wags his tail to meet the yoe;
And then another, sheltered from the wind,
Lies all his length as dead - and lets me go
Close by, and never stirs, but basking lies,
With legs stretched out as though he could not rise.

~John Clare

Friday, March 20, 2015

The Year's At The Spring

The year's at the Spring,
And day's at the morn;
Morning's at seven;
The hill-side's dew-pearled;
The lark's on the wing;
The snail's on the thorn;
God's in his Heaven -
All's right with the world ! "

Robert Browning ; The Year's at the Spring.




Flowers are budding
Birds are nesting
Bunnies are hopping
Frogs are croaking

Thursday, March 19, 2015


We are so fortunate to have kind neighbors.
On a daily basis our two kitties walk next door to say hello.
We buy treats for each others pets, despite not owning a dog myself, I buy dog treats every month for her dog Crimson, and my neighbor buys cat treats for my cats.
I opened up my email this morning, and this is what was staring at me..........
Courtesy of my neighbor.

Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Monday, March 16, 2015

A Host Of Golden Daffodils

Oh, the very delight of daffodils in bloom, the seasons reawaken.

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but gay,
In such a jocund company!
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud ~William Wordsworth

Friday, March 13, 2015

Spring Thoughts

Surely we are getting closer....

Three days of rain. 
The Robins are in abundance, busily pulling the earthworms from the wet soil, the nests are getting feathered, and the Pussy Willow buds are awaking.
Not long now.
Spring 2014

"No matter how long the winter, spring is sure to follow."
~ Proverb from Guinea

Tuesday, March 10, 2015

Rabbit Love

I have loved rabbits for as long as I can remember.
All breeds of rabbits, their soft fur, and long ears, floppy or standing tall.

When I was younger, most of my time was spent caring for, and raising rabbits, they were my constant companions. 
My school friends spent  their pocket-money on weekly cinema-visits and ice-creams, mine was spent on rabbit food at the local pet shop.

It's a love I have carried into my adult life, although sadly, I am rabbit-less these days.
We'll have to see what we can do about this inequity.

Feeding the Rabbits: Felix Schlesinger

Sunday, March 8, 2015



And when the winds moan wildly,
When the woods are bare and brown
And when the swallow’s clay-built nest
From the rafter crumbles down;
When all the untrod garden-paths
Are heaped with frozen leaves,
And icicles, like silver spikes,
Are set along the eaves;

Verse from: The Old Homestead by Alice Cary, From Friends’ Intelligencer, Volume XXV, Philadelphia, 1869

Saturday, March 7, 2015

Spring Forward

What a difference a day makes.
Yesterday the ground was blanketed in snow, today we are blessed with blue skies and sunshine.
The snow melted, and I was able to run a few much-needed errands.
Our little town was once again alive and bustling.


Tonight our annual clock fiddling takes place once again.
An hour forward to Daylight Savings Time, payback for that extra hour of sleep, we enjoyed so much back in November.

I'm feeling the urge to start digging in the soil, but I know that March can be a fickle month. One minute the sun warming your face, the next, the wind cutting you in two.
 I did however buy a pair of new porch cushions today, all flowery and pleasing to the eye, they remind me that Spring is not too far away. 


Friday, March 6, 2015

Thursday, March 5, 2015

March Snow




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.

~~By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.~~ 


Wednesday, March 4, 2015

Winter Contentment

Another round of storms are headed our way just as many folks are getting their utilities restored, after the last round of snow and ice disrupted service.
I'm grateful to stay home, snug inside.

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

                                                              ~ Robert Montgomery

Monday, March 2, 2015

Oliver Love

" Sometimes he curls up on my pillow during the night and I don't know he's there until I yawn and my mouth closes on a whisker. "

~Astrid Alauda

Sunday, March 1, 2015

Winter Rain

The weather has warmed.
The rain has washed away any signs of lingering snow and ice.
The Robins are feeding on earthworms, the ground once again soft and wet.
A dark and cozy Winter day, to be savored.

" The best kind of rain, of course, is a cozy rain.
This is the kind the anonymous medieval poet makes me remember, the rain that falls on a day when you'd just as soon stay in bed a little longer, write letters or read a good book by the fire, take early tea with hot scones and jam and look out the streaked window with complacency. "

~Susan Allen Toth, England For All Seasons

Thursday, February 26, 2015

When You Care Enough To Send The Very Best.

Correct me if I'm wrong, but has the Greeting Card Industry gone to the dogs, or is it solely my opinion ?

At one point in my life, I was a Hallmark merchandiser, rotating seasonal gifts and cards in several local stores. It was a job I loved, playing with all those pretty cards and merchandise, and meeting some lovely people in the process.
At the end of the month, if any of the cards, wrapping paper, or candles showed the slightest of fluorescent light damage, I was able to keep them.
To this day, I still have files filled with old cards and boxes of hand-dipped candles.

It's a good thing too...... because each time I go to the store to pick out a new card, it takes forever to find a card that isn't too crude,  common, or just plain ugly, and the choice gets even worse when looking for a specialized card, such as for a niece or nephew.
At Christmas I searched high and low for a decent Grandson and Granddaughter card, it was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

My choice of greeting cards these days, are usually Hallmark's Marjolein Bastin, a Dutch artist who has an incredible eye for nature's beauty.
You can read more about the artist here:  http://www.marjoleinbastin.com/en/about-marjolein/background/biography

I miss the old ways.

Deja Vu

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. 

Tuesday, February 24, 2015

Winter Night

“There are adventures of the spirit and one can travel in books and interest oneself in people and affairs. One need never be dull as long as one has friends to help, gardens to enjoy and books in the long winter evenings.”
~D.E. Stevenson, Listening Valley