Sunday Thoughts…

Good morning, dear friends.

I do hope your horizon now, or in the near future, holds what Bill Bryson so beautifully describes.  

“It was one of those sumptuous days when the world is full of Autumn muskiness and tangy, crisp perfection: vivid blue sky, deep green fields, leaves in a thousand luminous hues. It is a truly astounding sight when every tree in a landscape becomes individual, when each winding back highway and plump hillside is suddenly and infinitely splashed with every sharp shade that Nature can bestow – flaming scarlet, lustrous gold, throbbing vermilion, fiery orange.” ~ Bill Bryson

And do try to remember,

“Even if something is left undone, everyone must take time to sit still and watch the leaves turn.” ~ Elizabeth Lawrence

Wishing you and yours a day filled with joy!

Au Revoir,




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Golden October Days

“There’s nothing in life quite like autumn. Misty mornings and rainy afternoons. The crisp cool feeling that hangs in the air. A sense of warmth that comes from within. It’s nothing less than magical, really.” ~ Unknown

Good Morning, my friends.  It has been rather difficult for me to get dressed for autumn this year, as our weather has been so warm.  So, as it appears I may be in need of a little inspiration, I thought perhaps you might be too.  Therefore, I have arranged for us to take a tour this morning.  There are many tours this time of year, but as our time together is limited, we will just visit one.  So, let’s see what we find as we stroll through the golden days of October.

“O hushed October morning mild, Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;  Tomorrow’s wind, if it be wild, Should waste them all.” ~ Robert Frost, “October”

I wonder who and what waits for us at the end of this lovely lane, complete with golden leaves and morning fog.

What a lovely home and they are clearly in no need of autumn inspiration.  Pretty blue door, lots of pumpkins and mums, and a gorgeous yellow Labrador waiting to greet us.  He looks like a refined gentleman. I imagine him to have a ‘proper name,’ maybe Henry or Charles.  And would you look at our greeting ~ they are glad we are here.  The doormat says so.  Aren’t you anxious to see inside?

There is nothing like a fire on a chilly morning.  Such a lovely and inviting room.

The tea is ready for us.

Can it possibly get any better… madeleines to go with our tea.
How wonderful it is we have we have been invited to peak around.  And when we finish inside, the ladies from the garden club are making wreaths outside in the garden.   I am anxious to see them, aren’t you?
Oh my, the beautiful windows are even dressed for autumn.  I imagine this home surely has a wardrobe.  
Next, we see a pretty bedroom also dressed for autumn.

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Just outside the bedroom, a lovely nook with a glorious bouquet of autumn leaves looking out of the window.  Simple, but stunning.

“Autumn ~ a season of change signaled by colorful foliage, crisp air, and bountiful harvests.” ~ unknown

Not wanting to miss what the ladies of the garden club are doing, maybe we should head on out to the garden.

Isn’t the back porch pretty dressed in plum and rust?  

Here we are in the garden, and…

“The sunshine kissed the summer blooms and sent them all to slumber.  Sweet dreams to you, my treasures, for I’ll see you all next summer.” ~ Flora Turrill

My goodness, these wreaths are lovely.  It is difficult to choose a favorite.


I think I may be drawn to this one.

No, this one ~ I can’t decide.  Which one do you prefer?

A garden club luncheon is about to happen.  This is probably our signal to soon say ‘au revoir.’

Isn’t the table dressed lovely?  I can just imagine the delicious goodness which will be served.

I always enjoy the ride back home through this dear covered bridge.  To me, such bridges serve as a reminder of a simpler era.  Can you hear the clip-clop of the horses’ hoofs?  I can.


“It was, as I have said, a fine autumnal day; the sky was clear and serene, and nature wore that rich and golden livery which we always associate with the idea of abundance. The forests had put on their sober brown and yellow, while some trees of the tenderer kind had been nipped by the frosts into brilliant dyes of orange, purple and scarlet.” ~ Washington Irving,

Sweet friends, I hope you enjoyed our tour and I am so happy you came along with me.  If time permits, perhaps we could go on another tour before the end of October.  There are so many this time of year, but I will be sure to find us a great one.
Wishing you blue skies and ‘Golden October Days.’

Au Revoir,




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Sunday Thoughts

“Gentleness is strength because it remains constant and clear-minded across all manner of situations.” ~ Andy Mort

  Gentle is the Lamb.

Good Sunday morning, dear friends.  

This morning, I want to share something you may or may not know about me.  When my husband and I lived in Virginia, we raised sheep.  We had a small flock of thirteen.  These wonderful, sweet and gentle animals provided beautiful wool for my weaving, but they also gave me something much greater.  An understanding of what it means to be gentle and, there is great strength in gentleness.  I could tell you many situations with our sheep which taught this lesson to me, but it would take way too much space and time.  Please understand, I don’t profess to be gentle in all my ways, or in everything I do each day. But, learning how gentleness changes us, others, and situations has enabled me to try my best.   

This leads me to the words of Henri Nouwen.  I believe his words are quite profound, considering as a young, boy he lived in the Netherlands during Hitler’s occupation.  That particular time in history and place in the world was anything but gentle.  So, for him to emerge with kindness, gentleness, and love in his heart is truly a lesson for mankind, in my opinion.  I hope you will also find his words meaningful, and that they will speak to you as they did to me.  Because I feel they are not only worthy but are central to our being a kinder and better people.  

“Once in a while we meet a gentle person. Gentleness is a virtue hard to find in a society that admires toughness and roughness. We are encouraged to get things done and to get them done fast, even when people get hurt in the process.  Success, accomplishment, and productivity count. But the cost is high. There is no place for gentleness in such a milieu. Gentle is the one who does “not break the crushed reed, or snuff the faltering wick;” Matthew 12:20. Gentle is the one who is attentive to the strengths and weaknesses of the other and enjoys being together more than accomplishing something. A gentle person treads lightly, listens carefully, looks tenderly, and touches with reverence. A gentle person knows that true growth requires nurture, not force. Let’s dress ourselves with gentleness. In our tough and often unbending world our gentleness can be a vivid reminder of the presence of God among us.” ~ Henri Nouwen

“Our greatest strength lies in the gentleness and tenderness of our heart.” Rumi

I hope you have enjoyed my ‘Sunday Thoughts.’  Please know how much I appreciate your visit, your thoughts, and comments.

Wishing you and yours a most beautiful day! 

Au Revoir,




Notes:  Henri Jozef Machiel Nouwen(1932-1996) was a Dutch Catholic priest, professor, writer, and theologian.  He lived his entire life in the Netherlands and his interests were rooted primarily in psychology, pastoral ministry, spirituality, social justice, and community.

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Sunday Thoughts

 “As long as Autumn lasts, I shall not have hands, canvas, and colours enough to paint the beautiful things I see.” Vincent van Gogh


Dear friends, on this lovely October Sunday… 


“May you take time
to celebrate the quiet miracles
that seek no attention.”

John O’Donohue


Au Revoir,


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Things We Cherish

“Time Unfolds Beauty, Wonder, And Mystery To Reveal The Auspicious Tapestry of Life.” ~ A. D. Posey

Good morning, dear friends.  I am so happy to see you.  Do find your coffee and join me, while I share a little about a subject dear to my heart ~ ‘things to cherish.’

Do you love old and beautiful things?  I really, really do ~  they make my heart pound a little harder.  Mike even tells everyone, “I like him better now that he is older.”  Actually, there may be a bit of truth to his words.  As with all of us, time and love wear away our rough edges.  But when I see lovely antiques,   I wonder about them, who loved them, what part of our country, or perhaps another, did they originally live.  Where were they made and by whom?  And the questions go on and on.  Finding a treasure with these questions answered is a special gift, but if I don’t know the history of a piece, my imagination will easily answer any and all questions. But, I suppose I am truly drawn to things of old because their age reveals not only their beauty but their soul. They can become our treasures and ‘something to cherish.’

I marvel at the time and skill that went into making pieces with such stunning details.  Such as, the beautiful detail on this frame.

“I tend to like antique things. Something can be old, but it can be timeless.” CeeLo Green

If these lovely dishes could talk, oh my, the stories they could tell.  Happy times with friends and loved ones, marvelous holiday dinners, and wonderful daily meals.  And, still today they would set a most beautiful table.

I have two pitchers just like these beauties.  While they are way too heavy for me to use for water or tea, I do enjoy them full of blooms.  They are especially lovely holding Red Charm Peonies.

 Such delicate beauty.  No doubt someone’s wedding china, hopefully, waiting to be passed to the next generation.


“This was something sure to be crammed full of warm secrets.” ~ Haruki Murakami

This wonderful old armoire has probably in its life, hidden children in play and held everything from food to delicate linens.  Here again, just look at the amazing craftsmanship.  We must remember that it was made with hand tools.  There were no electric tools available when this piece was made.  I am guessing it to be middle to late 1800’s.

Would you look at the curve on the front of this cupboard ~ again all hand tools and skillOur old home has a curved wall in the upstairs hallway.  We had a wonderful craftsman at the house one day doing some work and he went into a lengthy explanation of how this process was done, then said he would never attempt it. I am especially drawn to the worn paint on the drawers and doors.  Don’t you just wonder how many times a day they were opened and shut?  There were no built-in cupboards in kitchens when this beauty was in service.

“Living in my 1863 farmhouse is like a therapeutic walk in the woods. Just like the magic whispers of an old tree, my home also whispers to me. I love surrounding myself with antiques, there is something so comforting about things that have been around for a long time. They have many wise things to whisper. You just have to listen closely.” ~ Unknown

The reality is that old houses that were built a hundred years ago were built by actual craftsmen, people who were the best in the world at what they did. The little nuances in the woodwork, the framing of the doors, the built-in nooks, the windows—all had been done by smart, talented people.” ~ Joanna Gaines

It is my belief that old homes absorb the love, laughter and even sadness of their previous owners.  One can only imagine the secrets they keep.  Most old homes also offer unique nooks and crannies, usually not found in found in newer homes. 

Built in 1939, our sweet home is about to see her eightieth birthday.  She has raised boys, girls and even hosted a wedding.  But she has also seen sadness, standing alone for one long winter.  However, today she stands strong, with all her charm, lovely untouched details, and original tile roof.  

“I love older things that people have used and cherished.  They have personality, character, and soul.” ~ Anna Hillegass

Beautiful old linens always command my attention.  Again, I always think of the person who did the embroidery, crocheted the lace, and sewed the pearl buttons.  And I especially wonder,” who they were made for?”  The love and time are so evident.

“To love beautiful linen, is to love fair weather, fair weather that one can acquire and carry home.” – Louise DeVilmorin

“The items people own reveal something about the owners. Every quaint item that a person selects to surround themselves with has a basic quiddity, the essence, or inherent nature of things. As a people, we assign a value meaning not only to the things that we presently possess, but also to the items destined for one generation to hand down to the next generation.” ~ Kilroy J. Oldster 


I can only imagine how special one would feel to be the recipient of this gorgeous bed, which had been handed down through generations.  My grandmother had a bed which had roses painted on the headboard and on the curved footboard.  We don’t forget beautiful things, even seeing them as children ~ we remember.  

Oh, the rooms this lovely oil lamp has brightened and the words which were read and written by her light.  Or, perhaps the hope the light may have offered by a glow in the window on a stormy night, to those who passed by.

“A precious, mouldering pleasure ‘t is, to meet an antique book, In just the dress his century wore; A privilege I think.” ~ Emily Dickinson

Miss Dickinson is correct, “It is a privilege” to meet antique books.  Not only for their marvelous words, but for their lovely jackets.  Truly, something of the past.

“Patina is understanding the beauty of age.” ~ Unknown

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I hope you have enjoyed your visit.  And, by chance, if you are not a lover of old things as I am, perhaps you have received an inspirational nudge to look at them and wonder. Who made this, and where was it made, and who was it made for?  “What did they unlock?”  The answer ~ maybe, your heart.


Do know I appreciate and enjoy reading all your comments.  I always try to respond.

Au Revoir,




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Sunday Thoughts

“We all write poems; it is simply that poets are the ones who write in words.” ~ John Fowles


Good morning, dear friends.  Yesterday, as I was going through my volumes of quotes,  poems, and beautiful words which I have accumulated through the years, I found something which seemed worthy to share on a Sunday morning ~ a message of good wishes.  I hope you will enjoy this piece which has been with me for many years ~ tuck it away in your heart for a cloudy day.  Unfortunately, the author is unknown.

“I hope you never stop finding joy in the seemingly mundane

~that you never stop staring in awe as the milk spins galaxies in your morning coffee

or finding joy in the way that certain flowers smell in the spring

or how beautiful bookshops are

or how everyone you know has enough stories to fill an entire novel

or how your favorite sweater seems to warm you in the winter from the inside out.

I just hope you never feel like life is boring when

everything else is a testament that it isn’t.” ~ Unknown


Thanks for visiting.

Wishing you and yours a day filled with joy and beauty.


Au Revoir,





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A Sunday Thought

“Morning came and brought with it an earth gleaming green and gold and a world full of possibility.  That is the beauty of the changing seasons.  New seasons bring healing, hope, renewal, promise.  Tomorrow will come.  It may look different, perhaps less green, more gold.  But tomorrow will come.” ~ Unknown


Wherever your day takes you, I hope it is beautiful.


Au Revoir,




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Singing The Blues

“Things that the color blue bring to life:  Nostalgia… It’s delicate, but potent.  It’s a feeling in your heart far more powerful than memory alone.  A feeling of a place we ache to go again.” ~ Rosemary Danielis


Good morning and happy day, dear friends.   Really, I am not singing the blues.  But, I am singing about how much I love blue. I know, I do that often.  However, I have noticed I seem to enjoy all the blue in our home even more as cooler weather approaches.  So, I thought I would share some of the blue in our home, in and on other homes, and in the garden.  I hope you will leave ‘Singing The Blues.’  

 Spode ~ ‘Tower Blue’

Each time I pass by these lovely dishes sitting in our china cabinet, I am reminded of how I enjoy seeing them on an autumn table.  They also serve to remind me of how much I adore blue.  And, where I was and who I was with when I first saw them.

I was with my dear friend, Janet (she is a blue lover too), and it was sometime during the spring of 1972.  Janet and I were doing a little shopping for our future homes.  You see, we were both about to be married. We really didn’t have anything, in particular, we were searching for that day.  We were simply enjoying our time together, talking about our upcoming weddings, shopping, having lunch, and admiring anything and everything gorgeous.  This led us to a lovely local jewelry store, which always carried everything imaginable along the line of ‘stunningly beautiful.’  And there they were, displayed perfectly ~ Spode ‘Tower Blue.’

These pretty dishes are a treasure to me.  Memories of many wonderful meals, holidays with family, and of course, my dear friend.  And actually, I believe they are partially responsible for my infatuation with blue.  (See note at the end of this post regarding the tea strainer, a gift from Rita.)

“Oh! Darkly, deeply beautiful blue, as someone somewhere sings about the sky.” – Lord Byron

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Rich, deep blue always commands my attention. In my opinion, it is a classic.  

Perhaps, Vincent van Gogh had images similar to these photos in his mind or sight when he said, “There is no blue without yellow.”

 Was it bold blue and yellow?

 Or, soft blue and yellow?

While any shade of blue speaks to me, the shade which always captures my heart is French blue. 

There is just something about this shade that makes my heart begin to sing  ~ ‘oh, you beautiful blue.’

Such a nice color choice for these kitchen cabinets.

Don’t you want to find your book, a nice cup of tea and relax?  Perhaps, even enjoy a nap.

Would you look at this, it is Cinderella’s dressing room, in French blue.  Complete with fireplace, loads of cabinetry and drawers, and, of course, an oil painting.  I can hear you gasping!

“Blue offers up a tranquility which belies its true appearance.”  ~ Anthony T. Hincks

Gorgeous needlework is another one of my loves and when done in blue ~ it is extra special.

Magnificent monogram and the stitching is extraordinary.

The blue is what drew me to this quilt, but the stitching is exquisite.  It is an estate sale purchase and for me, a treasure.

I can’t show you needlework that I cherish, without showing you this stunningly beautiful piece of needlepoint done for me by Janet.  It is a poem I love and is appropriate for our home which was built in 1939. The piece, her design and complete with a fleur-de-lis border, hangs in our foyer.  The blue is a rich shade, but not as deep as it looks in the photo.   (Please forgive the glare on the photo.)   

“Blue color is everlasting appointed by the deity to be a source of delight.” ~ John Ruskin

Blue is extra special in the garden and is a marvelous feast for our eyes. 

It can be the smallest bloom ~ but you will notice it immediately.  Maybe, it is because blue is not the color of too many flowers.

Oh, if you have ever seen a mass planting of blue hydrangeas or a vase of blue delphiniums, only Billy Baldwin’s words are fitting.  “I felt a sudden shock of beauty so strong that I could only stand frozen in wonder.                                                                                                  

In closing, I have saved the most beautiful blue for last.  It is the blue of the Eastern Bluebird.  To see them in nature, bouncing through the sky, is a glorious sight you will never forget.  We had them at our home in Virginia.  They love wide open fields and someone to provide boxes for their nesting.  Something Mike was happy to do.

“The bluebird carries the sky on its back.”  ~ Henry David Thoreau

I so miss my little friends.


Thanks for visiting!

Hope you are seeing blue skies.

Au Revoir,


Special Notes:

Tea Strainer:  The tea strainer was gifted to me by a fellow West Virginian and sweet blogging friend, Rita.  It is a lovely piece, with a wooden handle.  Rita does an annual purge of items from her antique shop, as she enjoys seeing things find a happy home.  The tea strainer certainly is happy with me along with other items I will show later.  Talented Rita writes the blog Panoply, visit here.

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Sunday Thoughts

“We seek the divinities that are sitting disguised.” ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson


Good Sunday morning, dear friends.  

Welcome to my ‘Sunday Thoughts.’  I began my Sunday posts(June 30, 2018, visit here) in order to share something short, but meaningful ~ something to touch your heart.  In a world which can often appear harsh, I believe it is especially important to see beauty,  read and contemplate beautiful words.  We then have something lovely to tuck away in our minds.  

So this morning, I am sharing what speaks to me as heartfelt desires of Johann Wolfgang von Goethe.  Goethe was born in 1749 and died in 1832.  Clearly, he lived in a different world.  However, his thoughts remain relevant today, and I believe they continue to be some of our most basic hopes and dreams.   I hope you will find them poignant.

“Health enough to make work a pleasure,

Wealth enough to support your needs,

Strength enough to battle with difficulties and overcome them,

Grace enough to toil until good is accomplished,

Charity enough to see good in your neighbor,

Love enough to move you to be useful and helpful to others,

Faith enough to make real the things of God,

Hope enough to remove all anxious fears concerning the future.” ~ Johann Wolfgang von Goeth


Many thanks for visiting.  

Wishing you and yours a wonderful day and week ahead!


Au Revoir,




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Changing Seasons

“It isn’t obvious yet, the earliest signs are ever so slight.  Still, there is a soft feel to the air and the first subtle smell of change ~ That scent of seasons shifting, moving from one into the next.”~ Neva

Good morning dear friends.  Can you actually believe it is September?  Beware, we will blink and it will be Christmas.  Even though the seasons seem to pass so quickly, I do love the change and feel blessed to live in an area where we truly enjoy all four seasons.  And, I will tell you, “I am at the stage of my life where I am not interested in rushing anything.” 

I want to savor the beauty of each day, watch the leaves dance as the wind blows them about, marvel at the changing light in the garden, listen to the crows chattering, dream about a long winter with my splendid stack of books, and appreciate the ‘changing seasons.’  All, while enjoying wonderful cups of tea ~ taking time to be.

And a marvelous cup of tea, in a beautiful china cup, on a chilly autumn day is truly something to be savored. 

“Ah, September! You are the doorway to the season that awakens my soul.” Peggy Toney Horton

As autumn approaches, I believe there are subtle changes that occur within each of us.  Our hearts begin to dream of many things.  Such as, dressing our homes for the season, a special gathering to host, or a few new recipes to try.   Whatever one may be dreaming, the slower pace and beauty of autumn provides the necessary inspiration to turn these dreams into special moments. 

“The little road says go, the little house says stay; and O, it’s bonny here at home…” ~ Josephine Preston Peabody

   Box Cottage

When autumn arrives in all her glory, does the “little road” beckon you to go, but your sweet home is tugging at your heart to stay?  And, who wouldn’t want to stay in this charming home, after all, it has a name ~ ‘Box Cottage.’  You know how I feel about homes with names.  They stand a little taller simply because their owner decided to show them an extra bit of love and give them a name.  Anyway, to me, there is just something special about being at home in the fall.                                                                   A stack of love waiting to keep you warm.

I enjoy decorating our home for fall and making preparations for the cooler months ahead.

Something as simple as a few branches of autumn leaves in a vase, adds beauty and charm to a room.  And, they make me smile.

 Or, enjoying a warm afternoon gathering the last wildflowers ~ always such a treat.

“To say it was a beautiful day would not begin to explain it. It was that day when the end of summer intersects perfectly with the start of fall.” ~ Ann Patchett

“Autumn asks that we prepare for the future ~ that we be wise in ways of garnering and keeping. But it also asks that we learn to let go ~ to acknowledge the beauty of sparseness.” ~ Bonaro W. Overstreet

 Fruit and vegetables ‘put by’ in the cellar.

The raw and simplistic beauty of hay in a perfect meadow.  Oh, how I wish I had words to describe the smell of fresh cut hay.

“Food, like a loving touch or a glimpse of divine power, has that ability to comfort. ~ Norman Kolpas

I thoroughly enjoy cooking and love to be in the kitchen on an autumn day, especially if it is raining.  Preparing something wonderful for our loved ones is such a joy.

 A simple, but marvelous soup can elevate ordinary to extraordinary.  Try my butternut squash soup recipe, visit here.

 And, when followed by a lovely sweet treat  ~ you have perfection. I believe you may enjoy my recipe for a rustic cranberry-pear galette, visit here.  

Most of all, during this glorious season of autumn.  

“Everyone must take time to sit and watch the leaves turn.” ~ Elizabeth Lawrence

“Try to remember when life was so tender
When no one wept except the willow.
Try to remember when life was so tender
When dreams were kept beside your pillow.
Try to remember when life was so tender
When love was an ember about to billow.
Try to remember and if you remember
then follow
Thanks for visiting.  Know how much I appreciate you.
Wishing you a beautiful and slow September! 

Au Revoir,




Notes:  “Try to Remember” ~ Lyrics written by, Harvey Schmidt and Tom Jones

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