Thursday, March 22, 2018

March Surprise


So despite the rise in temperatures these last few weeks, with plants emerging, and flowers blooming, we were hit with another round of snow last night. No accumulation in our neck of the woods, but a little further north, merely a hop, skip and a jump over the state line, snow blanketed the landscape once again.

The shops are displaying their summer wares. Beautiful gardening goods, shovels, spades and digging forks, all nicely decorated with butterflies and ladybugs, just waiting for eager hands to partake.
New bird houses and baskets filled with flower seeds of endless varieties.

Easter is just around the corner, I hope those kiddos can avoid wearing their overcoats when they are busily egg-hunting.

Tuesday, March 20, 2018

Welcome Spring

Hello Spring, we've been waiting for you.......

The Robins have returned, a sure sign you have arrived.

Our days have warmed up nicely.
New grass and flowers are beginning their journey to awaken.
Songbirds have returned, and there's a nightly croaking of a frog heard at the tiny pond.
Springtime appears.

The year's at the Spring,
And day's at the morn;
Morning's at seven;
The hill-side's dew-pearled;
The lark's on the wing;
The snail's on the thorn;
God's in his Heaven -
All's right with the world ! "

Robert Browning ; The Year's at the Spring.


Flowers are budding
Birds are nesting
Bunnies are hopping
Frogs are croaking


Wednesday, March 14, 2018

Oliver Love

"Oliver look this way and smile"

" You forgot to open your eyes "


Monday, March 12, 2018


Just as longer days appear, and plans of garden-plotting begin, a March-snow falls from the sky.
Thankfully measured in inches, not feet, as with other parts of the country.
Newspaper coronets have been placed over plants that have boldly appeared from the winter soil,  and white sheets draped to protect emerging Clematis vines.
Humans and portly felines now cocooned fireside.
Brambly Hedge : Illustrated by Jill Barklem

Wednesday, March 7, 2018

Spring Forward


This coming Sunday at 2 am our annual clock fiddling takes place once again.
An hour forward to Daylight Savings Time, payback for that extra hour of sleep, we enjoyed so much back in November.
Spring is not far behind, what a lovely thought......

Monday, March 5, 2018

Rabbit Love

I have loved rabbits for as long as I can remember.
All breeds of rabbits, their soft fur, and long ears, floppy or standing tall.

When I was younger, most of my time was spent caring for, and raising rabbits, they were my constant companions. 
My school friends spent  their pocket-money on weekly cinema-visits and ice-creams, mine was spent on rabbit food at the local pet shop.

It's a love I have carried into my adult life, although sadly, I am rabbit-less these days.
We'll have to see what we can do about this inequity.

Feeding the Rabbits: Felix Schlesinger

Saturday, March 3, 2018

Tennessee In Bloom

Color is once again returning to our landscapes.
The spring trees are in bloom.
Dogwood, Bradford Pear, Cherry and Magnolia, all doing their part, and adding their touch to the spring palette.


An altered look about the hills;
A Tyrian light the village fills;
A wider sunrise in the dawn;
A deeper twilight on the lawn;
A print of a vermilion foot;
A purple finger on the slope;
A flippant fly upon the pane;
A spider at his trade again;
An added strut in chanticleer;
A flower expected everywhere ..."

~Emily Dickinson

Tuesday, February 27, 2018

Color Comes To Town

I know that spring is upon us, when the Redbud trees start giving out their beautiful pink buds.
The redbud is a tree that is valued far more than its small size might suggest. This lovely harbinger of spring has been called “a breath of fresh air after a long winter” and no less than “one of our most beautiful native trees” writes tree expert Michael Dirr, of The Arbor Day Foundation.

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, and drought, still standing, still surviving, still blooming, still giving.

Monday, February 26, 2018

In Anticipation

The garden has come alive, with songbirds, squirrels, rabbits, and the resident possums..
 Bluebirds are feathering their nests, in anticipation of the next generation.
So much activity fluffing and feathering. 


For winter's rains and ruins are over,
And all the season of snows and sins;
The days dividing lover and lover,
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

Saturday, February 24, 2018


Surely we are getting closer....
The Robins are in abundance, busily pulling the earthworms from the moist soil, the nests are getting feathered, the Pussy Willow buds are awaking.
Daffodils are waving their sleepy heads in the noon day sun.
Not long now.

Wednesday, February 21, 2018

Friday, February 16, 2018

All Change

We warmed to an incredible 77degrees yesterday, matching the highest recorded temperature on record for this date in February.
I tidied around the garden and fiddled in the potting shed, my to-do list seems endless before putting winter to rest for another season.
After a gloriously warm and sunshiny day, today it's back to rain, dark and dreary.
A cozy day to enjoy inside.
Wishing you peace, in whatever little corner of the world, you call home......

Thursday, February 15, 2018

Batten Down The Hatches

The wind is blowing a gale.
Birds are literally flying sideways.
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 74 degrees today, in February, we are headed for a night of thunderstorms, and more wind.
And it's not even March.

Wednesday, February 14, 2018

With Love From Me To You

" 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 !


Sunday, February 11, 2018


Two days of continuous rainfall, water standing ankle-deep, I'm beginning to think a pair of webbed-feet would be fitting.
Temperatures are unseasonably warm, and will remain so throughout the week.
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.
Row, row, row your boat......



Thursday, February 8, 2018

Thoughts Of Home

The Manor Farm
The rock-like mud unfroze a little, and rills
Ran and sparkled down each side of the road
Under the catkins wagging in the hedge.
But earth would have her sleep out, spite of the sun;
Nor did I value that thin glilding beam
More than a pretty February thing
Till I came down to the old Manor Farm,
And church and yew-tree opposite, in age
Its equals and in size. The church and yew
And farmhouse slept in a Sunday silentness.
The air raised not a straw. The steep farm roof,
With tiles duskily glowing, entertained
The mid-day sun; and up and down the roof
White pigeons nestled. There was no sound but one.
Three cart-horses were looking over a gate
Drowsily through their forelocks, swishing their tails
Against a fly, a solitary fly.
The Winter's cheek flushed as if he had drained
Spring, Summer, and Autumn at a draught
And smiled quietly. But 'twas not Winter—
Rather a season of bliss unchangeable
Awakened from farm and church where it had lain
Safe under tile and thatch for ages since
This England, Old already, was called Merry.

Edward Thomas 1878

Monday, February 5, 2018

Me And My Shadow

Tom-Tilly spends most of her day shadowing Oliver, even when he's sleeping. We are convinced she has imprinted on Oliver as her mother, especially as she was such a tiny little kitten when she first appeared from living beneath my potting shed.
It makes us smile, despite Oliver's lack of reciprocation, he knows he's loved, and allows her to eat from the food bowl first.

Saturday, February 3, 2018

News From Gobbler's Knob

It appears that winter is not yet over, according to the legendary groundhog Punxsutawney Phil.
Six more weeks and hopefully we'll be well on our way to warmer days and blue skies.

Yesterday I noticed how many birds had reappeared from their Winter nests, chirping and busying themselves about the landscape, the milder weather had stirred their feathered souls.

Today, they are silenced once again.

Thursday, February 1, 2018

Comfort Food


Today is a typical dark and dreary start to February, there's not a ray of sunshine in the sky.

I'm making a Shepherd's Pie for supper to cheer ourselves up.
A concoction of ground beef, onions, carrots, and peas cooked in a beef gravy and tomato sauce, with herbs and spices; then topped off with mashed potatoes and browned in the oven until the potatoes are nice and crusty.

I buy the Colman Shepherd's Pie mix, available through Publix grocery stores, on the English import isle.
If it's not on hand, then the gravy part is made with oxo's or beef bouillon cubes and tomato paste, rosemary, thyme, garlic, and parsley.


Shepherd's Pie was the first meal I cooked  as a newly wed , it remains one of my husband's  favorites to this day.
It will be accompanied by boiled cabbage, mashed it with lots of butter, and fresh pepper, that's how my mum used to serve it.
Serve with a slice of pickled beetroot or a few pickled onions on the side, and a nice crusty loaf of bread.


Wednesday, January 31, 2018

Winter 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.