you might be hard-pressed to find evidence of this,
depending on where you live!
Despite the weather, I've been inspired to redecorate
my little kitchen in a bit o' green to mark the occasion.
Every year I add one or two things to my bits o' green,
and this year I happened to find this beautiful jadeite
bowl. It's not vintage, but it is a Martha Stewart,
a one-only on the sale rack at my local
home-goods store. I cradled it like a treasure all the way
to the check-stand :)
It glows when the sun shines.
Some Irish lace to commemorate St. Patrick's Day.
I'm Irish, Scots and Welsh.
I made the little pillow and crocheted the trim.
A vintage needlework from a flea market and two love-birds from
my sweet Sis. My loved ones give me gifts that coordinate
with my decorating schemes.
Shall we look inside the cupboard doors?
The Beatrix Potter cookbook was the first addition
to my cooking library when we moved here in 1981.
I didn't have my kitchen yet, or a house for that matter.
We were living off the grid in a 32 ft. restored vintage trailer attached to our shed,
but we were young, full of dreams and most definitely a little crazy!
We had no idea how challenging life would be,
but we persevered and it has been the adventure of a lifetime
and a privilege to live and raise a family in this beautiful, wild place
overlooking Mt. Rainier.
The illustrations are charming and the recipes are her own.
Here, a sample of her handwriting that describes catching and preparing
pike to eat. I'm thinking, "yuck", but hey, to each his own.
I remember the first time I saw a pike. It was in a canal
in New England, long and slender (3 ft. long), with a fierce snout full of
sharp little teeth.
The pantry gets a vintage gingham apron from my collection, and the spice rack
gets green canning jars. A couple of years ago the canning
jar companies issued colored jars and I bought them
in several colors. These hold sprinkles for cupcakes.
I have a soft spot for vintage crocheted pot-holders.
The tiny drawstring bag holds whole cloves.
This side of the window has the 'Herself' mug.
Christmas gifts from a dear one.
The pressed glass egg plate was another wedding gift
to my parents that survived all these years.
My Mom has been gone 10 years this month.
I had just started my blog then.
She never got to read it.
Flea Market paintings.
The little drawers hold whole spices.
It's snowing today, but not sticking.
We had beautiful, sunny weather in the 50's and 60's all last week,
which encouraged the wild plum trees to bloom.
I was able to get outside and work, cleaning
up the gardens, clipping blackberry vines (they even
grow in winter!) and gathering fallen branches.
I filled up four 8x10 tarps! I am achy and tired
and my hands are full of thorns despite my gloves (ouch), but it is
satisfying to get outside in the fresh air and work
out my anxiety.
Kai has a wild-eyed look here. He was intent on
something beyond the rail and I called his name...
The shamrocks are years old, growing in a pot.
I don't know about you, but my anxiety has sometimes
been out of control since the pandemic started.
We are scheduled to get our first vaccine at the end of
the month and I will be very relieved when we finally
get fully immunized, although I know that we will still
have to take precautions.
I will not be completely relieved until my whole family gets immunized.
I've lost track of time and realized that Easter is in
just a couple of weeks, so I put out a few little things
that I managed to find in storage. (Can't wait to clean that out!)
I love fuzzy chicks.
Beloved Beatrix Potter books that belonged to my children.
The eggs are sidewalk chalk!
Hopefully this will be the last Easter that we spend
It's been a sad and challenging year.
We've lived and loved and lost so much.
I'll leave you with my favorite prayer...
The Serenity Prayer
God grant me the serenity
To accept the things I cannot change;
Courage to change the things I can;
And wisdom to know the difference.
Living one day at a time;
Enjoying one moment at a time;
Accepting hardships as the pathway to peace;
Taking, as He did, this sinful world
As it is, not as I would have it;
Trusting that He will make all things right
If I surrender to His will;
So that I may be reasonably happy in this life
And supremely happy with Him
Forever and ever in the next.