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Friday, February 24, 2017

Batten Down The Hatches

The wind is blowing a gale.
Each time I look out of the window, the windmill is turning a hundred miles an hour, if only I knew how to convert that energy into electricity, my utilities would be free for a month !
It's a balmy 78 degrees today, in February, we are headed for a night of thunderstorms, and more wind.
And it's not even March.
 

Thursday, February 23, 2017

Color Comes To Town

Despite the turn to cooler weather, I know that spring is upon us, when the Redbud trees start giving out their beautiful pink buds.

It is hard to express adequately the miracle of a tree that had branches so bare all through winter suddenly go from stark brown to magenta.
But there she is again, emerging from her own winter of storms, freeze, winds, drought and still standing, still surviving, still blooming, still giving.



 
 
 
"For winter's rains and ruins are over,
And all the season of snows and sins;
The days dividing lover and lover,
The light that loses, the night that wins;
And time remembered is grief forgotten,
And frosts are slain and flowers begotten,
And in green underwood and cover
Blossom by blossom the spring begins."


~ Algernon Charles Swinburne, Atalanta in Calydon

 

Wednesday, February 22, 2017

On Patrol

A cheeky little raccoon showed up on the porch last night.
I'm sure he was in search of food or using the pond as his personal drinking fountain.
Oliver was not amused.


Tuesday, February 21, 2017

Plodding Along

New gardening shoes, and as they say here in these parts....'my others are plum wore out.'
I'm still using a walking stick around the garden, steady as you go kind of approach, but I get there in the end.
 
 

Monday, February 20, 2017

Springing To Life

We enjoyed a record-breaking day of sunshine today.....75 degrees.
I was able to clean up around the garden, accompanied by two sweet kitties.
There are shoots popping out of the ground everywhere, which is a little discerning, since we are still in the depths of winter, and snow is still a possibility.
I think Mother Nature has a wicked sense of humor.
 
 

 




 

Sunday, February 19, 2017

Once Upon A Time

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A new Peter Rabbit book, my favorite Beatrix Potter tale.
 A thick little board book, eagerly awaiting tiny hands to someday turn its leaves.
 




Saturday, February 18, 2017

February Rain

Our start to the weekend has been a wet one.
Rain, and more rain.
Perfect for spending a cozy day inside, and nesting, because tomorrow it's supposed to soar to 74 degrees and I feel my gardening shoes calling .......
 

 

Friday, February 17, 2017

Hello Sunshine

The sun returned today.
A balmy 70 degrees worth of the stuff, bathing our winter souls in some much needed warmth.
I tidied the potting shed, and pottered around in the garden, the warmth on my face felt exhilarating.
There are new plant shoots poking out of the soil, I trust they know that winter is not yet over.
The Saucer Magnolia trees are in bloom......in early February !
Oliver snoozed.
 
  

Thursday, February 16, 2017

Granddaughter Time

I spent the afternoon with my beautiful granddaughter.
She found one of the sweetest boutiques, their inventory mostly farmhouse style and shabby chic.
I think I could have spent the entire day there, everything beautifully displayed, and the owner a delight.
I had a little splurge, buying several items, this new farmhouse soap dish being one of them.
And brown-paper wrapped lavender bouquets, whose scent wafts gently throughout the house and makes me smile. 




Tuesday, February 14, 2017

With Love From Me To You

 
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" The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.".
Eden Ahbez "Nature Boy"


May your Valentine's Day be special !

((Hugs))
x


Saturday, February 11, 2017

My Symphony

 
 
 
To live content with small means.
To seek elegance rather than luxury,
    and refinement rather than fashion.
To be worthy not respectable,
    and wealthy not rich.
To study hard, think quietly, talk gently,
    act frankly, to listen to stars, birds, babes,
    and sages with open heart, to bear all cheerfully,
    do all bravely, await occasions, hurry never.
In a word, to let the spiritual,
    unbidden and unconscious,
    grow up through the common.
This is to be my symphony.


~ William Henry Channing   (1810-1884)

Friday, February 10, 2017

Snow Moon



  
Brightly the moon like a jewel is beaming,
White in the east, o'er a lone landscape gleaming,
Over the meadows and over the snow,
Glimmering, shimmering, silvery glow.

Low in the east, when the gloaming is ending,
Slowly this white winter moon is ascending,
Looming so large and appearing so nigh,
Satellite framed by a star-spangled sky.

High in the sky, with soft radiance teeming,
Nigh to the time when men, women, are dreaming,
Weird is her splendor on valley and hill,
Cold is her gleam upon river and rill.

Brightly the moon like a jewel is shining,
White in the west she is slowly declining,
Beautiful Moon ! Which beams gorgeous and grand
Over the homes of our own Native Land.

~Charles Nevers Holmes. 1926.

Thursday, February 9, 2017

Guess Who's Been To Dinner ?

Just as the Arborvitaes were beginning to fill out from their last deer pruning, those naughty deer returned under the cover of darkness, and helped themselves.
How does something possess such beauty and grace, yet be so menacing.
It's a constant battle of us vs them.
So far they are the winners.
 
 

 

Wednesday, February 8, 2017

Hippity Hoppity

Rabbits have been making a show in the garden.
Nibbling on the new spring grass.
The Pussy Willow buds are breaking
A good sign that life is beginning to awaken.
Despite the predictions of Punxsutawney Phil
 
 

Monday, February 6, 2017

Winter Nights

So the news from Gobbler's Knob is six more weeks of winter.
A few more days to pretend there isn't anything awaiting your attention.
And then once the sunshine returns, it's all hands on deck.
 
 

Saturday, February 4, 2017

'Til They're Clean And Sparkly

I had hopes of digging in the garden today, but Mother Nature wouldn't co-operate. She sent a biting north wind and despite the sun shining, the temperatures were too cold to stay outside for very long.
Instead I spent my Saturday doing a little early spring cleaning, a sink full of sudsy water, and a cabinet full of country roses.
No gardening gloves required.
 
 

Tuesday, January 31, 2017

Saltbox Houses

Primitive New England saltbox houses.
I do seem to have a soft spot for them.



Monday, January 30, 2017

Plotting

I've been gathering my Winter reading material.
There's nothing like turning the pages of  a gardening book, in the midst of Winter.
When the hopes and dreams of most gardeners lie dormant just beneath the surface.
We've been blessed with more sunshine today, the Iris shoots are popping out of the warm soil.
I trust they know that winter days are not yet over.
 


 
This vintage cup and saucer makes me smile.
Bought many years ago at a local village fete, my very own little thatched cottage.
 
 

Wednesday, January 25, 2017

Contentment

A dark and dreary Winter day.
I'm grateful to stay home, warm and snug inside.
 
 
  

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

                                                              ~ Robert Montgomery

Tuesday, January 24, 2017

The Cat's Whiskers




" 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