Hello, Dear Friends, I hope that
you have a little bit of sun shining through the window
as you drink your morning coffee during these
troubled times that we all face each day.
as you drink your morning coffee during these
troubled times that we all face each day.
Our lives have, of necessity, become quite different
than they were yesterday.
I now hear the lyrics of that lovely, simple
song, 'Yesterday', by The Beatles, in a much
more poignant and sentimental way.
The Forget-me-not is blooming and reminds me of
what is most endearing in life.
Sweet moments and sweet memories.
I never know when these will come
in this crazy, scary, beautiful life,
but when the Forget-me-not bloom,
I am reminded to cherish these
moments whenever I can.
I am reminded to cherish these
moments whenever I can.
They are everywhere this year.
A little gift.
I have an abundance of over-wintered pansies and alyssum
on the back deck that I am so grateful for, too.
Late last summer and fall, I gathered pansy seed pods
from my plants and dropped them into some of
my planters and pots.
I was so surprised to see them grow.
This is my Rosemary plant surrounded by 'Pansy Surprise',
my own special seed mix!
I was preparing myself for life in retirement
by trying to grow my own from seed.
A flower habit can get expensive.
xx
I had no idea how the world would change
and how much these simple, happy flowers
would cheer us up.
I was preparing myself for life in retirement
by trying to grow my own from seed.
A flower habit can get expensive.
xx
I had no idea how the world would change
and how much these simple, happy flowers
would cheer us up.
Can you tell that I love pansies?
It can get out of hand....
xoxo
And that brings me back to Forget-me-not.
I started with one little plant so many years ago...
So wonderfully named.
Don't you love the names of old-fashioned flowers?
'Bachelor's Buttons'
'Bleeding Heart'
'Kiss Me Over the Garden Gate'
and Pansy - 'Heart's Ease'
and Pansy - 'Heart's Ease'
I'm sure you can add to the list!
The tulips are blooming, too.
These are many years old, brought home in pots
It was my last trip with my Mom.
She's been gone 9 years already.
So many people are experiencing loss right now.
Planting something beautiful in a loved one's memory
helps heal the heart.
This is part of our parent's commemorative
garden that we started all those years ago.
Both my and The Mr.'s parents are gone,
and now we are the senior generation.
We are losing this older generation quickly now,
and we need to honor them
and carry on their values, wisdom and traditions.
Both my and The Mr.'s parents are gone,
and now we are the senior generation.
We are losing this older generation quickly now,
and we need to honor them
and carry on their values, wisdom and traditions.
My Mom and Dad loved to garden.
I remember the hollyhocks my Mom
always planted along the back fence
always planted along the back fence
when I was a child. And the blooming crab apple,
lilac, and hawthorn trees I helped my Dad dig up
from the old nursery that was going out of business,
when I was 12.
when I was 12.
We worked all weekend, going back and forth,
from nursery to home,
from nursery to home,
digging up and replanting mature shrubs left
untended for years while the nursery sat neglected.
The nursery was the same one that my Grandfather
worked at during the Great Depression,
when my Dad was a young boy.
when my Dad was a young boy.
My Grandfather was 12 years gone by then;
gone since I was a baby.
He died too soon from a worn-out heart,
damaged from a childhood bout with Scarlet Fever,
and a life of hard work - only 50 years old.
damaged from a childhood bout with Scarlet Fever,
and a life of hard work - only 50 years old.
My Father and my Grandfather were very close.
The loss must have been so painful.
The trees in that neglected nursery were a
direct connection to my Grandfather, and it is not until
now that I realize how bittersweet the sentimental task
my Dad and I were performing.
The last time I visited my childhood home,
3000 miles away,
some of the same trees were still thriving!
Commemorative gardens or special plants can connect us with our loved
ones in mysterious ways.
I planted a white rose when my dear Mother died,
and it bloomed for the very first time
more than a year later, on the very day my dear Father died.
xx
I planted a white rose when my dear Mother died,
and it bloomed for the very first time
more than a year later, on the very day my dear Father died.
xx
Angels in the garden are a lovely way to commemorate loved ones, too.
A gentle reminder of our connection to the divine
and hope of the eternal.
This tiny, historical church, illuminated from within, is
always a delightful sight to see in our little town.
It reminds us that faith is built from the inside out,
even while gatherings must wait.
This tiny, historical church, illuminated from within, is
always a delightful sight to see in our little town.
It reminds us that faith is built from the inside out,
even while gatherings must wait.
I've been very busy these last few weeks.
I've been taking my 3 yr old grandson
3 days a week to help my daughter and son-in-law,
who are working from home with a 3 yr old
and 2 yr. old twin boys. I've been caring
for them, along with their other Grandma, since birth.
When I have spare time, and not working in the gardens,
I am upstairs in my sewing room.
I've been making masks for all of my loved ones.
Here we are in early December at the Christmas tree farm.
(with one teenager missing
because of a new job).
It is getting to be quite a crowd,
and here's some sweet news: one more grandson on the way!
That will make five little boys under age five!
I need to keep taking my vitamins!
xoxo
Here we are in early December at the Christmas tree farm.
(with one teenager missing
because of a new job).
It is getting to be quite a crowd,
and here's some sweet news: one more grandson on the way!
That will make five little boys under age five!
I need to keep taking my vitamins!
xoxo
I made some lavender sachets to go along with the masks.
Lavender has anti-viral and anti-bacterial properties.
This will help keep the freshly laundered masks sterile
in storage.
I made each family member two - one for laundering
and one for wearing.
All packed up and ready to mail.
All packed up and ready to mail.
Here's the link for directions if you would like to make your own:
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Presents to mail for my daughter's birthday.
Normally we would all get together in a big, noisy crowd,
with lots of yummy food, wine and birthday cake with candles.
Here's our birthday girl, Jennie in happier times.
She's our soon-to-be new Mom, with hubby, Steve.
We are so happy.
Although, it's not an easy time to become a new Mom.
xoxo
We moved the kitchen day-bed into the living room
under the window.
This came about because my old dog, Whitey Bear,
wasn't able to maneuver through the pet door anymore
with the day-bed there.
I made a few new pillows.
I've had some grain-sack fabric waiting for a rainy day :)
The red and tan color-scheme matches my living room rugs.
The needlepoint was found at a vintage shop and was once framed.
It creates a cozy alcove.
I blog from the vintage treadle sewing machine cabinet
(the sewing machine inside still works).
I can see the television from there.
I multi-task.
xx
I'm watching the British comedy, 'As Time Goes By'.
Has anyone been watching, 'World on Fire' on Masterpiece Theater?
It's a brilliant reminder that generations before
us fought hard for our freedoms and we must
honor their sacrifice and try to be just as brave.
xx
I'm a big fan of 'Masterpiece'.
I loved 'Victoria' and now I'm excited
to watch 'Sanditon' again when it starts the new season.
xx
Here's my old boy, Whitey Bear, deliberately
refusing to give me a smile.
He hates his picture taken :)
He just had a bath and is extra fluffy.
He has really slowed down.
His favorite thing to do is lounge, although
he can muster up some sass when need be.
He's my sweet protector.
We put the old English buffet where the daybed was.
After all the furniture moving to accommodate
his needs, he still refuses to use the pet door.
It's those old, creaky joints...
I'm starting to relate.
Kai lies in the way all the time, anyway.
xx
So we are opening doors at all hours to let the old guy out
for bathroom breaks.
That's o.k.
He'd give his life for ours, it's the least we can do.
xx
The buffet holds all my barware.
I want to stain or paint the crates underneath.
The large one holds extra wine-glasses
and the small one holds party supplies.
You never know when you might need a paper umbrella
or two.
I rather like the old buffet here.
Maybe for a while.....
The wild cherry trees are blooming.
They grow everywhere and are especially pretty along the edges
of the fields and woodlands.
So pretty in the landscape against the drama of the evergreens.
This is my country road to home.
A row of pear trees along the driveway of a sweet little cottage
on my way out of town.
A weeping cherry and mountain laurel make a charming welcome
to a lovely Northwest home.
Home has become everyone's haven.
We are so very fortunate to have a home.
Home is what you make of it.
There's no place like home.
You can take a tour of some sweet,
Spring reminds us that we must be strong,
resilient, and tempered by the difficulties life
brings our way, just like the flowers that bloom
despite the harshness of winter.
xoxo
"The best way out is always through."
-Robert Frost-
"He who has a why to live can bear
almost any how."
-Friedrich Nietzsche-
"The art of living lies less in eliminating
our troubles than in growing with them."
-Bernard M. Baruch-
