Friday, November 24, 2017

The Scents Of Christmas



I had a wander around the shops today, mainly to get an idea of what's trending this Christmas.
I confess to not being a shopper, trolling around large box stores makes me anxious, there are just too many decisions to make.
My idea of shopping is browsing around hole in the wall places, with windows decorated in time worn decorations, and little vintage booths creatively displaying timeless treasures.
When you step over the threshold, and the aroma of scented candles and heady Christmas wassail welcome you inside.
Finding that perfect gift with someone special in mind, and the shopkeeper knows you by name.
My kind of shopping.

Wednesday, November 22, 2017

Countdown To Thanksgiving



Count your blessings instead of your crosses;
Count your gains instead of your losses.
Count your joys instead of your woes;
Count your friends instead of your foes.
Count your smiles instead of your tears;
Count your courage instead of your fears.
Count your full years instead of your lean;
Count your kind deeds instead of your mean.
Count your health instead of your wealth;
Count on God instead of yourself.

~Author Unknown

 
A Blessed and Happy Thanksgiving from our home to yours............

Tuesday, November 21, 2017

Turkey Talk

I came across 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.

Saturday, November 18, 2017

Wind

We have a wind advisory out today, blustery and menacing.
Birds were literally flying sideways.
 
 
 
Oliver cat and Tom -Tilly have spent hours chasing swirling leaves, now they are snuggled in their beds, wore out from the day's fun.
 
 

 
My granddaughter came bearing gifts.
Sweet little wool Christmas ornaments, guess who they resemble.....
I couldn't be more tickled.


Wednesday, November 15, 2017

Soup's On



A dark and dreary day.
Rain is falling.
The perfect time to warm up with a hearty bowl of homemade soup.

Cabbage and Bean Soup

Navy or Northern Beans
Cabbage
Onions
Carrots
Celery
Ham Hock
Smoked sausage or Kielbasa sliced
Chicken Stock
28oz can of whole tomatoes
Bay Leaf
Salt and Pepper
Basil and thyme to taste.

Soak beans overnight, discard water, add chicken stock, ham hock, smoked sausage, herbs, and seasoning, bring to the boil and then simmer for one hour.

Add chopped cabbage, onions, carrots, celery, chopped tomatoes,  continue to simmer for an additional hour and a half.
Add water if needed.

Serve with buttermilk cornbread, or a nice crusty French loaf.

Yum

Monday, November 13, 2017

Salt Box Houses

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


Saturday, November 11, 2017

Lest We Forget

They fell, but o'er their glorious grave
Floats free the banner of the cause they died to save.

~Francis Marion Crawford

 

God Bless  all the service men and women, without whose unselfish commitment, our lives would be forever changed.

 

Thursday, November 9, 2017

Oliver Love

Eight years ago, on a cold November day,  this handsome, ginger boy stopped by our house and said hello.
I gave him a handful of treats, and then he disappeared as mysteriously as he came.
He returned the following spring, and despite my best effort to try and find his family he decided to call our humble abode, home.
We couldn't be more blessed.
 
 

Sunday, November 5, 2017

Holding On

The trees were just beginning their Autumn show, a little over a month ago.
And when we were finally receiving some much needed rain, we had our first freeze of the season.
Everything seemed to stop.
 
 


Yesterday, we awoke to an incredible sunrise, it cast an orange hue across the landscape. The difference a month makes, between changing landscapes.
 The grass has now gone to bed until Spring.
Leaf-raking begins.

 
 
 
We still have color on the trees, and more to come, from the late-comers of the woods.

 

 


There's talk of an upcoming power outage on social media.
In reality, this is a regular drill used by the Army Military Auxiliary Radio System also known as MARS to test what would happen if there ever were a large scale power or communications outage.

A statement released by the defense department says:
“The exercise will simulate a power outage scenario, it will not impact public or private communications. There will be no power outages of communication systems. This exercise is designed to improve readiness, build cooperation and public awareness, and better prepared to defend the nation.”

In the event, things do not go as planned. I'll see you on the other side.
The best of luck to us all.
 

 
 

Thursday, November 2, 2017

Pottering Days



Ooh, it's been a glorious day......
A breezy porch-sitting day.
The temperatures have warmed, not too much though, the kind of day, where you can wear your flip-flops without getting cold feet.
A day to busy myself doing chores, and putting a summer's garden to rest.
Pumpkin bread bakes, the aroma is intoxicatingly delicious, cinnamon, nutmeg, cloves and ginger.



Autumn, a favorite season.
 
 

Wednesday, November 1, 2017

Silence




"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, LXXV

Tuesday, October 31, 2017

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 ".
 
Shakespeare / Macbeth 1606

 
 
 

Saturday, October 28, 2017

For The Love Of A Cat

Oliver came bearing gifts this morning.
A squirmy snake......
Trick or treat.
🐍
 
 


"Until one has loved an animal, a part of one's soul remains un-awakened"
 
~Anatole France

Thursday, October 26, 2017

Autumn Days

Finally, a little Autumn color has crept in.
Just enough to remind us, that the year is winding down, and soon, a long sleepy winter will be our companion.
A time to regenerate our weary souls, and make new plans for the coming year ahead.
A time to dream.
 
 

 
 



 


 

 
...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, "
 
 

Wednesday, October 25, 2017

Tea And Scones

Some days it's good to do nothing. No deadlines to meet, no chores to complete, no lists to check twice.
A day for sipping cups of tea and curling up by the fireside with a portly feline or two at your side.
A simple day.
 
 

Tuesday, October 24, 2017

Nesting Days.

The ground is soaked from a day of rain. Much needed rain, for which we are grateful.
I've been busy running errands today, ticking off my to-do list.
Hearty soups have now become the meal of choice.
Nights are noticeably cooler, and darkness falls before the clock strikes six. 
Candlelight glows.
The nesting season begins.
                                                     
                                                               🏠

Sunday, October 22, 2017

Long Awaited

I can hardly contain my excitement.
It's raining bucket-loads !!


image credit : unknown.

Saturday, October 21, 2017

Rainless Days

We have been without significant rainfall for over a month.
Usually by mid-October, we are surrounded by brilliant orange, and red leaves on the trees, but sadly they are turning brown, and falling to the ground.
Interesting, since we had a wet spring and summer, and now a dry, brown Autumn.
The Autumn Joy Sedum however, is turning a delicious shade of crimson.
 
 


Thursday, October 19, 2017

Make Hay While The Sun Shines




It's hay-baling time in Tennessee.
The sweet aroma of newly cut grasses float across gentle breezes.
Becoming fodder for the beasts on cold winter days.

 

 

Sunday, October 15, 2017

Season's End

The first time I laid eyes on this incredible English landscape painting, was in my hometown museum, I was smitten.
Depicting the ordinary, mundane chores of a gardener, at seasons end.
It reminded me of watching my grandfather, as he put his garden to rest after a successful growing season,  piles of now-spent rhubarb leaves, and endless stacks of  withered flowers.
I couldn't have been more than four years old at the time, but what an impression those days left on my early life.
A season ending, to begin again anew in just a few short months.
 
 

                                                                     Evening_Brockham
 
               Edward Wilkins Waite  (14 April 1854 – 1924)