Saturday, June 30, 2007

Whats New In My Life

It is my humble opinion that one must try new things, read new books, look at something old in a new way, try a new food, listen to a new song, and memorize a new poem.
This week I tried to do all of the above.
I read a new book, Snowed Up by Rosalie Fry. About children in Wales snowed up in an old church. Its a childs book, but I liked it.
For a new food, I had the best tortillas made with olive oil.
New song....there were more than just one....I listened to some Thai popular music. It was actually kinda cute.
Memorizing seems to be "less easy" as I age. It often feels like overloaded circuits in my brain, files full kind of thing, but I work at it and this week I set out to memorizing the poem I wrote myself and shared on my other blog.
Tonight as the day was ending I actually played in the mud. An old thing, done in a new way. With crocks on my feet. Squishing out the holes, splashing up the back of my leg. Laughing and giggling with Emery about it.
I also spent a lot of time reading about the new urbanist movement. Very interesting stuff. Lots to think about.
The picture is to me, the most perfect look for a grandmother. Its a picture from the movie, "The Secret of Roan Inish" and I love how she looks in this shot. Some sort of life vision shows on her face and that is something very special.

Saturday Night Splendor

These are some shots of tonight's sunset.... just a view of Saturday splendor on the way into town

Irish Soda Bread

Irish Soda Bread is something that gets made quite often in this house. We love it, but love it best with some raisins added into the dough.
Here is the recipe I use most often...
Irish Soda Bread
4 cups all purpose flour
1 tsp salt
2 tsp Baking Soda
1 1/2 tsp cream of tartar
2 tsp lard, ( I use butter)
1 1/4 cups buttermilk
makes 1 loaf
Sift the flour, salt, baking soda and cream of tartar into a bowl.
Rub in the lard and add enough buttermilk to make soft dough.
Turn the mixture on to a lightly floured board and knead for a minute.
Shape into a round and place on a baking sheet. Mark with a cross,
cutting deep into the dough.
bake for 45-50 minutes in 425 degree oven, until lightly browned and
firm when tapped on the base. Cool the bread on a wire rack.

variations: you can use plain milk instead of buttermilk, but if you do, double the quantity of cream of tartar.
recipe is from the book by Ethel Minogue "Irish Cooking"

the first picture shows the dough before its baked and the second picture is the bread done, but today it baked a bit longer than I like, but it still tastes wonderful with a cup of tea.

I've Been Tagged

I've been tagged by Paige over at
Here are the rules: Each player starts with 7 random facts/habits about themselves. People who are tagged need to write their own blog post with their 7 things as well as these rules. You need to tag 7 others and list their names on your blog. Remember to leave a comment for them letting them know they have been tagged and to read your blog.
Random....I know lots of random things about myself : )
1. At times I can be very shy, o.k. it's not very often but it does happen
2. I am a Mayflower descendant
3. I was baptized in the River Jordan
4. I am petrified of thunder, but not lightning.
5. I wanted at least 12 children
6. For many years I have wanted a Volvo station wagon
7. I took ballet lessons for over a decade

those are pretty random facts... now I need to tag 7 other folks so here goes


One More Post In Favor of Being Neighborly

Across the Way
Anne Tilley
I'm gad you are my neighbor...
It means so much to me
To share our early gardens
And a favorite recipe.
The days seems so much brighter
When you call to chat a bit
And borrow a cup of sugar
Or take turns to baby-sit.
When there's little time to visit
And we have few moments to share,
There's a deep contentment in my heart
Just to know that you are there.
Just to see your red geraniums
You have planted with loving care,
And the glow of your candlelight
Reflects the warmth of your presence there.
You've made my life much richer,
And I thank the Lord each day
For my kind and thoughtful neighbor
Who lives across the way.

the picture is of my cousins, sister and friends taken in the late 1970's. We used to meet together often just to chat and have coffee and always m&m peanuts !


When I was just a little girl, maybe age 7 or so, I would walk down the street to the old folks home. I walked my dolls with me in the pram. The old ladies there had time to play dolls with me. One old lady, Mary was beautiful, I can remember everything about her so clearly to this day. Snow white hair, pinned up in a neat bun, eyes so blue they looked like the summer sky. She was Irish and had a brogue so clear and sweet and a voice much younger than her years. When I look back on my about daily visits with Mary, I am not sure if she had her mind or not, she pretended or thought my dolls were real babies, whichever, it was lovely for me to sit next to her on the giant porch, where she would rock my dolls, hold them up and make them do the jig while she sang Irish songs, one after another. Its no wonder I love Irish music.
I am pretty sure she knew what was real and what wasn't if I think about it, she was just kind and played dolls with me. No doubt she was lonely. I was being neighborly even at age 7 and visiting the old folk. Mary took me inside one day to meet some of the ladies that were bed fast. One lady had on heavy cotton stockings that made her look like a partial rag doll to me. Her legs looked just like a cloth dolls legs. When Mary and I went back outside I asked her if that lady was part doll and Mary wisely told me that this woman was so sweet and kind that she was a living doll. I was content with that explanation.
On the way to the old folks home, I passed 7 houses. I can still name the families and tell you something about them. The neighborhood has changed, no one still lives there. The old folks home is now a Tibetan Buddhist Center, The Dalai Lama was there a couple years ago. I couldn't go, even though I was invited.
The house next to the once old folks home was another place I stopped at as a child. The woman of the house would see me coming up the road and call to me. It was time for her to feed her Koi fish every time I walked by and she asked me if I would like to help. She no doubt saved the task just for me. I loved feeding the fish. She also had a huge chestnut tree in the yard and would let me gather chestnuts to my hearts content. One day I gave my grandmother a big shinny chestnut, a gift from me to her and she said it was going to be her lucky chestnut and put it in her purse. Many years later at her death, my sisters and I were going through her things and in her purse was a withered shinny chestnut. She had kept it all those years and no I have it, a 45 year old chestnut.
Teaching our children to be neighborly and friendly is still possible. We may have a few more cautions these days to teach them but we can set examples. I went for coffee with my mother to her friend Marys house, sitting like a little lady, sipping coffee milk in a demitasse cup from the time I was 4 years old. I don't think we are happier in this society for shutting ourselves up in our rooms to "chat" on line. We need real friendships too.
In the pictures above, my great grandparents sit at a Cafe in Cuba in the 1920's, visiting with friends, who are not in this picture, but in others. In the second picture, my grandmother is between her mother on the left and a neighbor on the right. Neighbors were important enough to be included in photos.
In the bottom picture, my sisters, my cousins, and yes two neighbors. I am bent over whispering to the neighbor !
Just think about the books so many of us love, neighbors play a big role in the Alcott books, the Anne of Green Gables books, and of course the Little House on the Prairie series and even in the more modern stories like The Mitford Series.

Friday, June 29, 2007

Started out as a Comment, but grew into this

We live in a small town, people still walk places with a destination. I can go to the bank and the tellers all know me by name. I go to the post office and I know every single worker there by name and we chat. If something is marked with a wrong address, I still get my mail. The small health food market is about the same, but neighbors, neighborhood community wise, its fragmented. Cars take people to the bigger stores, people drive 50 miles to work etc. Now when Mei-Ling was in the hospital, their neighbors mowed for them, trimmed a tree that had growth spurting out of the trunk etc. But even with that, its not quite the community that many of us grew up with.I can walk the baby in the carriage safely in our town. You could even walk at night here without a problem. But still, folks are not likely to come sit with you on your porch and have some tea with you unless it was close to a formal invite.
Its something that has just evolved socially in our country, the closed off life, the jump in the metal box to drive here or there, run in the house, run out to get the mail, jump on the computer and have cyber friends, contact at convenience.
We live in a society that sees nothing wrong with having a home so big that everyone has their own "area" and often there are more bathrooms than residents. In selling homes now, the master suite has been re-named "the Owners Retreat". Retreating from what, the job that drives us nuts so we can have more and feel less.
Children grow up wishing they knew their parents better. The saying, it takes a village to raise a child, is so cute, but as we quote it, we move further and further from that concept. A neighborhood is really a village.
When all the gas and oil are used up, or costs an arm and a leg, then maybe we will wish for a corner store. When all we have is cyber friends, we may just wish for that neighbor to sit with us at the kitchen table with a cup of tea or coffee and talk about life.
Much like I have written about throughout my blog using my little phrase, "Women grinding wheat together" to describe a time when women worked together, or visited as a group, or family unit and were there to listen and share with one another.


There are so many blessings in my are a few

That God puts up with all my questioning

My husband, who is truly a gentle man in every way

That there is more love in my life than any other thing

My children and now a grandchild

My extended family and wonderful friends

That today my husbands weekly check is the same as what I made in a year in 1973

That I am surrounded by trees and beauty

That Emery and I have great health

I am blessed to have all that I need

To be able to pray

To be able to have music around me

That I have learned that worry is often greater than reality.

And around me right now there is sunshine to the east, rain in the west. I have music on that I love, Dervish CD "Playing with Fire", Barry's tea in a mug by my side. Bare feet, chickens clucking outside the window, the air smells so fresh, cicada's are "singing" in the trees along with so many birds. Butterflies and moths fluttering here and there, making me think of fairies.

Do You Know Your Neighbor ?

Since starting my blog way back in 2005 I have commented on the lack of community most of us feel. We no longer have extended family close at hand, or know our neighbors. We seek to sooth the loss of community by having cyber friendships, which is not a bad thing, don't get me wrong, but cyber anything is just a bit short of the real thing.
Do you remember the days when new neighbors were greeted with a plate of cookies or a cake, along with a very important thing, an introduction ?
How many of you knew your cousins, aunts and uncles as children growing up ? Now ask that of your own children ?
How many of us can remember the small grocery store where you knew the name of the owner and he asked how you were doing while making your purchases ? Now we run into some big box store, feel agitated, they actually plan that in the design of the store I believe, and we are lucky if we see someone we know there. Its all very cold and unfriendly.
There is no reward for going to such a store, no ambiance and its not staffed with your neighbors.
We no longer walk to the "drug store" or the butcher, bakery or hair stylist. We get in our gas eating metal and drive to where we want to go. Its all so impersonal.
When I was a kid, my neighbors all knew me and if I misbehaved, someone would surely see me and call my parents. Did you know the number one crime deterrent is having neighbors know one another ?
We have built "developments" to live in, big houses all looking the same, 5 designs offered, but with little difference in them. Garage out front, sticking out like some giant snoot, screaming at the world, "yes, the car is the most important part of our life" We offer a view of the cars home before our front door. There is no corner store with penny candy that draws folks to one destination where we can all get to know the children of the community and watch out for them.
We live in fear, we live in our cars, we live without knowing our neighbors.
Just think back, if you are 50 ish or more. Remember mothers walking babies to the store, the neighbors might be outside working in the yard, or hanging clothes, maybe even beating the rug against the fence. The neighbors would stop and look at the new baby, the babies name became known, an interest in the wee ones life began. Such a simple thing, but life changing.
When I was a child I would walk to the same corner store my cousins walked to, the same one my parents walked to as kids. My parents went there as adults to buy a small needed item. The owner knew our entire family...knew if someone was sick, asked about how this one or that one was doing. There was a reward for going to the store, friendship.
It was the same at the drug store, the barbers, the bakery and the small A&P market at the end of our street. When I walked to the store as a child I knew the name of the family in every house along the way. I know the names of the man across the street and the names of each family member to the north of us, to the south of us, the folks are just now beginning to wave back after living there for over a year. Its my fault in part, when they moved in I judged them as rather unfriendly and gave them space. They may just be shy.
We are lonely as a nation, the statistics show that, and the facts don't lie. We sooth our loneliness with over eating, with over shopping, and over collecting.
There are a few areas of the US that are working to revive the idea of neighborhoods that work.
We will not always be having fuel to burn at the rate and price we are now enjoying. A long commute to work, school and shopping will have to be looked at with different eyes.
We may just have to bring back the corner store, the local market, the butcher and baker and candlestick maker. That's not a loss, it may just bring us back to the part of the "good old days" that were good. Neighborliness and a sense of belonging to a community. Instead of hopping in the car in the evening for some shopping, we may just sit out on the porch, which used to be the snoot looking garage and have some tea, the neighbors might stop to say hello and you offer them some tea and a chair. The evening is suddenly full of laughing, or listening.
The chart shows that we are spending way too much time roaming around huge shopping areas.

Thursday, June 28, 2007

More of this Perfect Evening

My knitting, the homespun yarn a gift for knitting something for Mei-Ling, a winter hat it will be, complete with bunny ears, to keep the tiny one warm when the cold winds blow

The evening sky

A spiders web

Crepe myrtle in bloom

Echinacea with visitors to the blooms

And finally, there is no place like home !

Perfect Evening

The kittens romped and played all over the yard while Emery did some digging. I sat knitting in the chair until I felt the mosquito's might carry me away. If you look close you will see a mosquito attempting to bite the wee white kitten .
The evening sounds are loud tonight, insects hum and buzz, frogs croak and evening birds sing in chorus.
One can't help but feel connected to the land when it gives so much to us each day. Our food from the garden, our fruit from the trees and vines, our peace from just looking at the way the clouds float by without a care, or the way the branches bend in the breeze. The color of the grass, the scent of the air or a flower. Herbs rich earthy smells reaching up to me. How grateful I am for all that surrounds me. I feel quite sure I would wither up in the city surrounded by cement and bricks.

Steady Rain

The tops of the trees bow in succession from the winds. Wet winged mockingbirds stop for a moment on the gateway pole of the garden. The sound of rain dripping off the roof blends in with the music playing on the stereo. The green of this wet summer are so bold, standing out even more in the rain. The early morning colors beg me to pass through the back door and explore in the gentle rains. No thunder sounds.
Not far from where I live is land that was used for a native american camp. On days like today, when the grounds are so soaked and muddy, I go there and think about how life must have been for those folks when the weather turned dirty for long periods of time.
We have had the windows open, my husbands well planned building on our additions allows us to have windows open when its raining without it coming in, but the dampness seeps in. The air is so heavy with it.
Last night reminded me of camping in the rain, that same dampness was felt on my face and on the pillow. This morning I question if it was more of a sense of dampness rather than the actual. Which ever it was, it felt damp to me as I dozed off to sleep.
I am loving this weather, it makes me feel pensive, which for me is a comforting feeling, a productive emotion. Just sitting and thinking is balm for the soul.
Morning Glories are taking over the bird feeders. It looks pretty, and the birds are not feeding from the feeders this time of the year. The view from where I am sitting this very moment

Wednesday, June 27, 2007

The Quiet of the Evening

Emery and I choose to sit out on the front porch and pass the time away tonight. The rain couldn't reach us there. We watched the headlights of the few cars that went down the road shine brightly on the rain soaked road, and heard the frogs croaking in the creek. We talked and made plans for a few home improvements that have been waiting far too long to be done.
We sat near each other, close enough that our voices seemed hushed, as if to whisper in the quiet of this evening and retain a mood of simplicity and quietude.
We could hear the neighbors in their front yard enjoying this evening too. We can't see them but we heard their laughter and the voices of excited children as they ran around in the raindrops.
It just feels so simple, so uncomplicated. No distractions, no interruptions.
We live within our means, we avoid the rat race and the mad rush for things. We want little and need so few things to keep us happy. The quiet of the evening reminded us of how wonderful life is.
The bed waiting to be made up in the guest room, the light casting a glow of warmth. Just a simple pleasure

The Clancy Brothers - Tim Finnegans Wake

Planning My Own Wake

Strange title for a post see from the time I was a child I have said that I wanted my wake to be a proper Irish wake, more of a party than anything else. Have the family all sitting around talking about the fun things in my life, the laughs, the good stories that make you smile. I have no fear of death, not one tiny bit, so planning my wake is not something scary to me and it never seemed morbid. I know just how I want it. There needs to be beer and whiskey, Jamison's, my favorite. Lots of Irish music, The Clancy Brothers and The Irish Rovers in particular. One song for sure and I will not be happy if its not if I will know ; )
The song is in the video clip provided here. I want scones served and donuts, donuts are a family favorite, served every Sunday after church for decades with my family as aunts, uncles, cousins and a few friends gathered at my parents house just about every week. Maybe I should specify only chocolate donuts, as they were always gone by the time us kids got our hands in the boxes. I ended up with plain more often than not since I was one of the younger ones.
I have a friend whose mother has a kelly green casket picked out and paid for, she is Irish.
That sounds good to me but I may opt for cream color with Celtic knots painted on it.
I want Irish Step Dancers to dance, someone doing King of the Fairies.
Life is lived and it should be fun and good, full of love and friendship, and death is natural, part of the whole cycle of life, not to be feared, but not to be chased after either, I plan on hanging around for a very long time. But still I want everyone in my family to know what is to be done in the end. Strange subject today, but I was listening to the Clancy Brothers and this song is on the CD, made me think about my plans and so here they are. My fathers family is long lived and I am sure I take after him, no need to have the family run out and buy whiskey or book the dancers for a long many years to come.
Enjoy the music, have a laugh its such a funny song.

here are the lyrics if you don't get all the words on the clip.
Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin Street,
a gentle Irishman mighty odd
He had a brogue both rich and sweet,
an' to rise in the world he carried a hod
You see he'd a sort of a tipplers way
but the love for the liquor poor Tim was born
To help him on his way each day, h
e'd a drop of the craythur every morn
Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
One morning Tim got rather full, his head felt heavy which made him shake
Fell from a ladder and he broke his skull, and they carried him home his corpse to wake
Rolled him up in a nice clean sheet, and laid him out upon the bed
A bottle of whiskey at his feet and a barrel of porter at his head
Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
His friends assembled at the wake, and Mrs Finnegan called for lunch
First she brought in tay and cake, then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch
Biddy O'Brien began to cry, "Such a nice clean corpse, did you ever see,
Tim avourneen, why did you die?",
"Will ye hould your gob?" said Paddy McGee
Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
Then Maggie O'Connor took up the job,
"Biddy" says she "you're wrong, I'm sure"
Biddy gave her a belt in the gob and left her sprawling on the floor
Then the war did soon engage, t'was woman to woman and man to man
Shillelagh law was all the rage and a row and a ruction soon began
Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
Mickey Maloney ducked his head when a bucket of whiskey flew at him
It missed, and falling on the bed, the liquor scattered over Tim
Bedad he revives, see how he rises, Timothy rising from the bed
Saying "Whittle your whiskey around like blazes,
t'underin' Jaysus, do ye think I'm dead?
"Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake

Two Months Old Today

Like the rest of us, the constant rain has made miss Mei-Ling a sleepy one. A long nap like she is taking sure sounds good to me. Every day for the next 10 days has rain in the forecast. It feels like some giant faucet was turned on in early spring and never turned off. After drought, this is nothing to complain about and it does keep the temperatures down.I just love the pouty expression in the last picture of her.... her mother had the same expression all through childhood !
Mei-Ling is now on her two medications and doing well with them.

Melanie is taking a nap too, Miss Mei-Ling is a night owl, keeping mom and dad up much of the night.

Tuesday, June 26, 2007

Chicken Games on the Farm

First a game of hide and seek
Then some fine high stepping game of chase
A fine show of feather fashion show on the runway of grass (this is one of the new spring chicks)
Getting ready for a hen picnic


It was an afternoon of yellow splendor splashed against the gray rainy sky. Yellow always makes me feel happy inside. Its cheery. Right now there are lots of yellow flowers in bloom, here is a sampling for you.

Morning Ramble in the Rain

One of the real benefits to living in the country is being able to walk your land in your nightgown and mud boots in the gray of a rainy morning. I suspect my old grannie nightgown is much more than most folks wear to the store in summer. The ruffled bottom soaking up the water from the ground like a wick. There is a freedom to this behavior that can't be found any where near a city or a 9-5 job, so I count it a special moment each and every time I dance to my own drum beat. Its not marching to a drum beat for me, but dancing with childlike enthusiasm for life, yes for being alive.
Our trees have grown so much with all the rain this year. I was surprised to see how big the black walnut tree on the back fence has grown and was happy to find how well it sheltered me when a momentary down pour occurred. I stood under this natures version of an umbrella while surrounded by tall and short cedar trees, it had the feel of a childs hiding place. We planted a circle of oak trees in 2003, they were so small and just like sticks when we planted them, now they are tall and so full. The fire pit in the center, no longer safe to use as the trees have created a canopy over it. At the "gateway" to this circle of oaks stands a tall Ash tree, my tree, I even named it, actually all the trees in the circle have names, adopted by family members and named by them. This place is special, it feels as though the trees embrace you. I often just sit there thinking or reading, listening to the birds and watching the clouds fly in the patches of sky you can still see. I believe everyone should have a special place to sit and think. To just breath deeply, sigh loudly, and smile broadly. Maybe its in a park or at the waters edge, a hiking trail or on your balcony.
It was warm outside, but still a beaker filled with hot Barry's tea felt perfect. Just a spot of milk and a bit of sugar, just the way I like it. Enough milk to color the tea. Such a simple pleasure... tea after a bit of a ramble on the land. Wisteria climbing up the chicken house is in bloom. In the herb garden, Mullein reaching skyward in straight spikes that can be dipped in beeswax to make torches to light the summer nights. Roses not perfect but yet delightful to the eye. Pears bending branches over from their weight. Figs everywhere on the fig tree. Pecans growing bigger by the day. This morning ramble around the place was so much better than shopping in a mall. The sights and finds so much more delightful and etched in my memory for years to come. Never growing old or wearing out.

Monday, June 25, 2007

In The Evening

In the evening when the outside world feels so distant from where we sit, I count my blessings one by one....its easy to do this in the silent glow of the lamplight or of the candle burning in the window.
Earlier tonight Emery took me out shopping to see if I wanted to buy a few new pieces of furniture for the living room. Sort of make things match a bit more. But we came home with just contented smiles on our faces, thinking about how just a year ago we purchased a new sofa and chair, our old ones were indeed old. 1988 or something like that was when we got them and raised 4 children with them. Now, just a year later, these new pieces don't seem new and so it would be in no time at all for something purchased today. I decided that it might just be better to buy something old and worn, with a bit of history whispered into it, rather than something new. So we will keep that in mind when we stop at a thrift store or an antique shop, or better yet, maybe Emery will make something for me.
In the evening, when the candle light flickers, its hard to notice that the furniture doesn't match or look like it even tried to match.
I love the evenings, not because of how things look better in the dim light, but because that quiet contentment fills me and I am so content to just count my blessings one by one.
Count Your Blessings
When upon life’s billows you are tempest tossed,
When you are discouraged, thinking all is lost,
Count your many blessings, name them one by one,
And it will surprise you what the Lord hath done.
Count your blessings, name them one by one,
Count your blessings, see what God hath done!
Count your blessings, name them one by one,
And it will surprise you what the Lord hath done.
Are you ever burdened with a load of care?
Does the cross seem heavy you are called to bear?
Count your many blessings, every doubt will fly,
And you will keep singing as the days go by.
When you look at others with their lands and gold,
Think that Christ has promised you His wealth untold;
Count your many blessings.
Wealth can never buy
Your reward in heaven, nor your home on high.
So, amid the conflict whether great or small,
Do not be disheartened, God is over all;
Count your many blessings, angels will attend,
Help and comfort give you to your journey’s end.

Surrounded By Beauty

When I have a busy day, its always so refreshing to sit down with a cup of tea, take a deep breath, maybe watch one of my favorite movies, (today was The Secret of Roan Inish, which I always watch on damp days) and then I take a long walk on our land. There are flowers in bloom all over. Picking some for the table always gives me something extra to smile about. Bringing some of the beauty inside and just surrounding myself with beauty. We have so many moths and butterflies this year that just walking around you can have several land on you. Patches of blue poked through the dark rain filled clouds a few times today, but the rainy gray sky felt familiar, like all the times growing up I would walk along the strand, cold gray sand between my toes, the salty air making my hair curl and frizz without me giving a care. Seagulls squawking overhead wondering if I had a treat for them. Waves lapping up on the shore, playing catch with the land.
Maybe there is a degree of comfort in the familiar grayness of the sky when its damp. I think it serves as a bit of comfort. I do miss the smell of the ocean air.
Today, surrounded by beauty, my whole world felt simply perfect.

new box of Barry's tea, freshly picked flowers, a good movie and a perfect cup of tea
The flowers from the garden, some are herbs in bloom, but still flowers
The rest shots of color from the gardens today

A New Year

It is a silent sort of morning, sitting next to the wood stove in my rocker, watching the birds outside my windo...