Sunday, November 23, 2014

Sad Days

Our beautiful ginger Oliver cat has been missing for three days now.
We are busy putting up posters and knocking on neighborhood doors.
I can only hope he has gone walkabout, and will return soon.
Our hearts are heavy.

Thursday, November 20, 2014

New Discoveries

Tom Tilly has just discovered that sleeping and playing in a brown paper sack, is much more fun than playing with plastic balls.

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Turkey Talk

I happened upon this Johnson Brothers Barnyard King plate at one of the local antique shops several years ago.
One plate all by itself, I could only imagine what an entire dinner service would have looked like.

I'm going to display it for the Thanksgiving season, the colors on this picture do not do the piece justice, they are all hand engraved and made in England.

Barnyard King, what could be a more fitting name.

Sunday, November 16, 2014

No Takers

A dark November day, 
Rainy and cold and there are whispers of snow in the forecast.
The birds have retreated to their nests.
The geese flew south overhead.
Squirrels busily transported their overwinter stash to secret hiding places.
Wild turkeys led their flock to the nightly roost.



Friday, November 14, 2014

Slowly Changing

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

~ Henry Beston : Northern Farm


Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Dulce Domum "Sweet Home"

The weather has turned chilly, and wet, a typical dreary November day.
I seem to be in the midst of a hibernation, only roused on the days I need to meet outside obligations.
What is it about the changing seasons, that leave us wanting nothing more than a cozy place to nest.
A place in front of the hearth, surrounded by the tea kettle singing on the hob, slippers warming by the fireside, and a portly cat purring at our side.
A time to daydream.

"What a ripping little house this is! Everything so handy! "

~Mole's house: Wind in the Willows

Monday, November 10, 2014

Lest We Forget

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

In Flanders Fields ~ Lt.-Col. John McCrae (1872 - 1918)

Dedicated to all the brave men and women whose unselfish sacrifices and bravery shall never be forgotten.
Thank You.

Cottage Love

The cottage homes of England
   By thousands on her plains,
They are smiling o'er the silvery brooks,
   And round the hamlet-fanes.
Thro' glowing orchards forth they peep,
   Each from its nook of leaves,
And fearless there the lowly sleep,
   As the bird beneath the eaves

~ Felicia Hermans  1793 -1835
Lilliput Lane : Double Cottage.
Part of the BLAISE HAMLET COLLECTION : http://www.nationaltrust.org.uk/blaise-hamlet/


Friday, November 7, 2014

Long Gone

I spent time cleaning around the garden today, the sun warmed my face, and two special kitties were my constant companions.
We had our first hard freeze of the season a few nights earlier, and so any flowers still in bloom, had now died.
It's always a sad time viewing the empty window boxes, and flower pots, which were so full of color, a few days earlier.

The Morning Glory vines were still full of blooms, but sadly their lives were cut short.
How they made me smile each day.


Wednesday, November 5, 2014

Pieces Of The Past

  "Blessed are they who see beautiful things in humble places where other people see nothing."
  ~ Camille Pissarro

Tuesday, November 4, 2014

Recycling Nature's Way

 Each year, as Fall comes to an end, I remove the Boston ferns from the front porch.
I buy them early in the Spring from our local farmers co-operative, and with a faithful watering, and the occasional feeding, they grow into huge plants which we enjoy  all season long.
They are lush and green, and offer lots of shade, but after the first few hard frosts of Autumn hit, the leaves turn brown, and I'll transport them to the trees and offer them to the birds as a winter refuge.

I have tried hanging them in a room and watering all winter through, it makes a huge mess, so I've given up, and resigned myself to the fact that each spring as soon as the farmers greenhouse flings open it's doors, I'm there waiting in line .......


Sunday, November 2, 2014

Autumn's First Freeze

"When everything that ticked has stopped,
And space stares, all around,
Or grisly frosts, first autumn morns,
Repeal the beating ground."

Emily Dickinson, Time and Eternity

Friday, October 31, 2014

Trick Or Treat

We'll leave the light on for you.

" By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes,
Open, locks,
Whoever knocks ".

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


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