Hello, Dear Friends - it just stopped hailing, and now the sun is out.
The weather is so contradictory, lately.
I suppose that's true of many things in life.
It even snowed a couple of weeks ago.
My poor little primroses don't know what to think.
Here they were just yesterday.
Like the primrose, all we can do is try to bloom where we are planted,
reach for the light, withstand the hailstorms of life,
and spread as much beauty and grace as we possibly can, while we are here.
Wild Plum on the edge of the lawn.
We had a visit from the Easter Bunny recently!
He had his Mrs. with him, too.
They love the dandelions in the lawn.
Nature works for you, if you are patient.
Of course, I really don't mind the dandelions!
It's not really a 'lawn' so much as a
conglomeration of moss, weeds and wildflowers.
But from a distance, it's all green. :)
We had the family over for Easter brunch.
My daughter, Heather brought this amazing charcuterie board.
Note the stuffed 'carrots'. Actually, they are little peppers with parsley 'stems'.
We could have feasted on this alone!
Daughter Jennie brought a fruit tray with a yummy dip.
Daughter-in-laws, Erica and Jen brought croissants and muffins.
Of course, I forgot to take photos of the four quiches I made,
and the strawberry/spinach salad.
We also had mango/cranberry mimosas.
We had a lovely meal.
So grateful for the blessings.
Afterwards, the relentless rain let up long enough
to have an Easter egg hunt for the grand-boys.
Look at their haul!
My goodness. Daughter Heather arranged this event.
She's just as fun and imaginative as her three boys.
We all had a lot of fun!
I received some lovely flowers, too.
We also celebrated a belated birthday for Ramblin' Man
with his favorite dessert - Boston cream pie cupcakes.
I baked two dozen and these four were all that was left!
I made the sweet garland a few years ago from folded
doilies backed by colored cupcake liners (pink and blue)
and strung on baker's twine.
The flowers are silk.
The vintage handkerchief with crochet edge matches perfectly.
The house was full of love and laughter and the pitter-patter
of little feet.
The house is quiet now and we are very tired,
but the memories are sweet.
Now that we are done with all the Easter preparations,
we are back to our never-ending 'to do list'.
I bought this shelf quite a while ago at a flea-market
and I've been waiting patiently for Ramblin' Man
to find the time to hang it for me over the claw-foot tub.
It has a hook in the middle and two outdoor faucet knobs to hang things on.
It's hard to see because of the light from the window,
but it is a lovely blue/gray with a weathered finish.
Now I have to make some herbal bath sachets to hang here!
We found the bathtub at an estate sale in Tacoma, WA
when we were building the house.
Still not done...
A home is a living thing - constantly evolving.
I've always had the desire to make
'home' a place of peace and refuge
and fill it with things that I love.
Before we landed here, we spent the first 10 years of our
marriage moving from place to place in our
quest to find 'home'.
No matter where we lived, I always tried to make it
as pretty and comfortable as I could, despite
our lack of funds, so I learned to sew curtains
and pillows and paint and tile.
We had a lot of fun 'fixing up' many of our
rental homes, much to the delight of our landlords.
Once we found 'home', we never left.
I moved my son's painting to the mantel as a backdrop
to my little herd of sheep.
A fallen nest that I gathered after a wind storm.
I fashioned a wall gallery of the grandchildren
from painted frames.
I couldn't find the exact shade of green that I wanted,
so I bought unfinished frames from the craft store
and painted them myself.
I gave them a weathered driftwood look by using a light touch.
I painted the center panel white before using the green.
It's the same paint I used on the wood box below.
I don't have a lot of wall-space available, so I try to
keep things cohesive.
My home is actually quite small.
It looks large from the outside,
but it is only one room deep with the 2nd story
only half of that because the roof slopes down to one story in the back.
'Salt Box' style.
You can see the slope in the 1st photo above.
This gives us open ceilings with skylights on one side,
with all of the 'walls' on that side consisting of glass
doors which open onto the deck.
You can read the story of our journey and
see the construction of the house Here.
I've added a couple of pages to my nature journal.
The periwinkle is blooming - its starry little blooms scattered all over the ground - the color
of the sky. I had to use colored pencils to do them justice, although the green
is not as deep as I would like.
We have a pair of friendly little house wrens that flit
here and there searching for bugs.
They are so tiny and sweet with tails
that stick straight up and flick backwards
every time they move.
Don't you just love pansies?
Even the moss is sprouting flowers this time of year.
The daffodils are a happy surprise.
They were a mixed grab bag that I planted last fall.
This little one was giving me the eye through the living room window.
My Easter cactus is blooming inside.
The camellia is blooming along the walkway.
We've had continued cool and unsettled weather, but
when the sun comes out the birds start singing and I
rush out to work in the garden.
I finally managed to dead-head the hydrangeas
and trim up the roses and I even start on the never-ending
eradication of the blackberry vines that take hold whenever
I'm not looking.
I come in after a few hours, scratched up, with my hair
looking like I was caught in a wind tunnel,
but with a self-satisfied smile on my face.
A salad I made for dinner one night with leftover Easter eggs.
Some pretty scenes on my way to and from the grocery store.
Thank you for visiting my sweet friends.
I hope that you find something to smile about,
something pleasant to do,
somewhere beautiful to visit,
and a dear friend or two to share it with.
"Flowers are the sweetest things God ever made
and forgot to put a soul into."
- Henry Ward Beecher -
"Trees are the earth's endless effort to speak
to the listening heaven."
- Rabindranath Tagore -