Tuesday, November 21, 2017

Flowers in Late November

The pansies and violas will persist throughout the winter (if nothing don't happen) but this is the roses' last hurrah. 

Monday, November 20, 2017


For the past few weeks, Josie has been very interested in this eating thing she sees her family doing. She's watched us and moved her mouth as if she were chewing and even made grabs at plates of food. Now that she is six months old, she is getting introduced to solids and Saturday night was the first time. 

She was more than ready.

Sunday, November 19, 2017

Lights in Dark Places

The glory of full Autumn is past but a few trees are still holding to their bright leaves -- and they are spectacular as they flare up amidst the gray trunks and dark bare branches of the woods.

How far that little candle throws its beams!
So shines a good deed in a naughty world.

It's a naughty world, all right. Maybe we all, not just Boy Scouts, should try to do a good deed every day.

Call a Congressman, volunteer, smile at a stranger, help someone somehow, support a charity, pick up a piece of litter,
put the shopping buggy back thoughtfully, be patient with someone who makes you impatient, make something for someone . . . there are so many good deeds waiting to be done . . .  waiting to make our world shine bright.

Saturday, November 18, 2017

On the Way

Sometimes I take a slightly different route to the grocery store . . . wild and crazy me!

Friday, November 17, 2017

Dream Houses

I could live in a cottage by a brook
With a tiny bridge and a winding path,
Green door and shutters beneath a curving tile roof,
And wake to the beat of swans' wings
And the honey  fragrance of blooming flowers.

I could live in a house behind a wall
Where peacocks pace amid strange blooms
And tall trees like lilac clouds soar above the chimneys.
From the three little attic windows, I can see everything
And hear the peacocks' cries.

I could live in a happy yellow house
With gables and dormers and a vine growing up the side.
When snow lies on the roof, I will imagine
The purple of the wisteria against the yellow wall in Spring.

I could live in a house with many-paned windows,
Chimneys and odd finials and a balustered wall.
When the moon sinks low and the snow grows deep,
I will wrap a red muffler round the poor statue,
Shivering in its icy niche.

I could live in a witchy house, tall and brooding,
With a shop on the bottom floor. 
 Here will I sell herbs and simples,
Potions and lotions for the villagers
Who visit me only by night.

I came across this site HERE that features vintage shelter magazine covers and fell in love with these illustrations.  I don't know who the artist is (or if there are several artists) but my imagination took wing. You should really zoom in on each one to see all the charming details.

Thursday, November 16, 2017

Wednesday, November 15, 2017

I Am 6 Months Old!

Josie and her parents were at the beach  last week. How much she has changed in that short time! Much more vocal, much more interested in her surroundings, wanting to grab things, trying to put CoryCat's tail in her mouth. She gets up on hands and knees, rocks back and forth, then lunges forward after whatever it is she wants. But she can tell you about her day . . .