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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.
 *sigh*
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 
   


Monday, February 23, 2015

Reappearing



The freezing weather had taken a toll on the wild birds, there were days when not even a single bird visited the feeders. I can only hope our feathered friends, were hunkered down in their cozy nests keeping snug.

Several Christmas's ago, my husband gave me a gorgeous hand-painted piece of glass, featuring all native Tennessee birds, and a Morning Glory vine weaving it's way through an old weathered rail-fence.

Throughout cold winter months it's a perfect reminder of what beauty will soon be returning, when warmer days reappear.

Saturday, February 21, 2015

Under The Weather

Ice, snow, rain and now fog.......... are we there yet !


Friday, February 20, 2015

What's Good For The Goose, Is Good For The Gander

Tom-Tilly has commandeered Oliver's favorite velvety blanket,  he's tried several tactics urging her to vacate, but nary the blink of an eye.
 
 
 
 
Oliver resorts to sitting in Tom-Tilly's little cat bed. Spilling over the sides like a great orange pudding.
 
 

Truce

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Nesting

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 Emerson





 

Tuesday, February 17, 2015

Monday, February 16, 2015

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 15, 2015

Winter Days

I'm beginning to get cabin fever.
Yesterday the sun shone brightly and warmed my face, it felt renewing.
I spent time in the potting shed, wiping away winter's dust and grime, and arranged a few clay pots, in anticipation of spring plantings.

Today we are forecast our largest snowfall of the season.
Such are the days of winter.........

 




 
 


    
"Winter is the time of promise because there is so little to do - or because you can now and then permit yourself the luxury of thinking so."

~Stanley Crawford

Saturday, February 14, 2015

With Love From Me To You

 
 
 
My wish for you.


Comfort on difficult days,
Smiles when sadness intrudes,
Rainbows to follow the clouds,
Laughter to kiss your lips,
Sunsets to warm your heart,
Hugs when spirits sag,
Beauty for your eyes to see,
Friendships to brighten your being,
Faith so that you can believe,
Confidence for when you doubt,
Courage to know yourself,
Patience to accept the truth,
Love to complete your life.

May your Valentine's Day be special !

{{hugs}}
x x

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

Nesting


 
 
Birds' Nests

The summer nests uncovered by autumn wind.
Some torn, others dislodged, all dark.
Everyone sees them: low or high in tree,
Or hedge, or single bush, they hang like a mark.

Since there's no need of eyes to see them with
I cannot help a little shame
That I missed most, even at eye's level, till
The leaves blew off and made the seeing no game.

'Tis a light pang. I like to see the nests
Still in their places, now first known,
At home and by far roads. Boys knew them not,
Whatever jays and squirrels may have done.

And most I like the winter nests deep-hid
That leaves and berries fell into;
Once a dormouse dined there on hazel-nuts,
And grass and goose-grass seeds found soil and grew.


~ Edward Thomas (1878-1917 / London

Saturday, February 7, 2015

Mist-Laden

The earth is soaked from the weeks rainfall, leaving early morning misty- landscapes.
Long winter days are now warming, blue skies and sunshine, what could be more soul-stirring.
 
 
 
 
The sun shone brightly on the iron gate, allowing long lost shadows to reappear.

 

The birds are returning, and are once again feeding from dawn until dusk.


 
 
 
 
 The wild turkeys appear morning and evening, a flock of forty or more. 
 
 



 
They feed on the Sunflower seeds and anything else they choose.