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Tuesday, October 28, 2014

All Better

Tom-Tilly is all healed from her spay.
Full of energy, and  endlessly chasing leaves around the garden .



Monday, October 27, 2014

A Daily Ritual

Time to change the teapot from the Summer Pansies back to the Blue Willow design.
I confess to being a tea addict, it's the first thing that passes my lips in a morning and the last thing at night.

I got the addiction honestly, and put it down to all those times we English children were offered milky tea in our bottles as we were growing up.
Yes, they start us at an early age.




 
 
"Strange how a teapot can represent at the same time the comforts of solitude and the pleasures of company."

~ Author Unknown

Sunday, October 26, 2014

A Cosy Cottage

If you make your tea using a teapot, chances are you own a tea cosy.



A tea cosy is a cover for a teapot traditionally made of cloth or wool which is used to insulate the tea, keeping it warm while it brews.
Cloth tea cosies often have padded inserts, which can be removed and washed separately.
They are often available in matching sets with other items such as tablecloths, oven gloves and aprons.
Although the history of the tea cosy may begin when tea was introduced to Britain in the 1660s, the first documented use of a tea cosy in Britain was in 1867.
The quaint little cottage cosy, was given to me by my parents, on one of my visits home.

Friday, October 24, 2014

Orange

In Tennessee the colors of the season are making a show, we seem to be surrounded by the color Orange.


 

 


The leaves fall, the wind blows, and the farm country slowly changes from the summer cottons into its winter wools.

Henry Beston, Northern Farm

 



 

 





Thursday, October 23, 2014

Autumn's First Frost

Frost on the pumpkin last night.
'Tis the season of woolly socks and flip-flops.




"The hazy, cloudless skies of Indian Summer.
Leaves scurrying down the street before the wind.
The cold shiver from an arctic blast.
Indian Summer. The last warmth of the sun.
Chilly mornings and glorious warm afternoons.
The Harvest Moon. The Hunter's Moon. The Rainy Season.
Dry corn stalks clattering in the wind.
The touch of frost on grass and window pane.
The smell of burning leaves."

~ Keith C. Heidorn


Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Home Sweet Home




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

~ Robert Montgomery
 


Sunday, October 19, 2014

Indian Summer

Indian Summer is upon us. Balmy warm days, mist-laden nights.
One last chance to indulge in fleeting Summer pleasures.


                         


 
An early American writer described Indian Summer well when he wrote, "The air is perfectly quiescent and all is stillness, as if Nature, after her exertions during the Summer, were now at rest."
 
~ John Bradbury 1817

Friday, October 17, 2014

A Simple Day

 
 
Some days it's good to do nothing.
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.

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

How I'll Miss You When You're Gone







Sixty days and counting, still blooming your little hearts out.
How you've made me smile each morning .....

Sunday, October 12, 2014

On Patrol

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.
 

Saturday, October 11, 2014

Just A Little House



 
An Old Woman Of The Roads.
 
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

Wednesday, October 8, 2014

Simple Pleasures


 

"The best kind of friend is the kind you can sit on a porch swing with, never say a word, then walk away feeling like it was the best conversation that you ever had."

Monday, October 6, 2014

Holding On

 
 
'Tis the last rose of summer
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?
 
The Last Rose of Summer: Thomas Moore

Saturday, October 4, 2014

Changes.

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.


   

Friday, October 3, 2014

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

Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Autumn Splendor



“Autumn...the year's last, loveliest smile.”
 
-William Cullen Bryant
 

Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Moon-Shiners

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.
 
 




Monday, September 29, 2014

Autumn Sunset



 

...I see
the turning of a leaf
dancing in an autumn sun,
and brilliant shades of crimson
glowing when a day is done...

~Hazelmarie "Mattie" Elliott, "A Breath of Heaven"

Saturday, September 27, 2014

Summertime Blues

The temperatures fell into the fifties last night.
Sweater-grabbing crisp air, the likes of which has not been seen since early Spring.
Sweet.
 

 
The last of the Summer flowers are giving us one final show. The wild roses, fragrant and prolific.


The Morning Glories, taking over the fence.


The Clematis vine, giving once last smile

Friday, September 26, 2014

Watching



Oliver sits beside me in the old rocking chair when I'm idling away the hours on the computer.
I'm sure he wonders what the fascination is, especially since there are no treats; not even in sight.