An Island Garden – By Celia Thaxxter To Mrs. Mary Hemenway, “Whose largeness of heart is even as the sand on the seashore.” Here is a problem a wonder for all to see. Look at this marvelous thing I hold in my hand! This is a magic surprising, a mystery; Strange as a miracle, harder to understand. What is it? …
Good Morning Beautiful! Up at dawn, the dewy freshness of the hour, the morning rapture of the birds, the daily miracle of sunrise, set her heart in tune, and gave her Nature’s most healing balm. ~Louisa May Alcott, “In the Strawberry Bed,” Work: A Story of Experience, 1873 Signup For My Newsletter! Giveaways coming soon!
Phase one of the herb, fruit and vegie garden accomplished! Bay Laurel, Dill, Parsley, Rosemary, Lime, Cinnamon, Anise Basil, Marshmallow, Horseradish Root, Lemon Verbena, Lemon Balm, French Tarragon, Angelica, Lavender, Lambs Ears, Foxglove, Belladona, Winter Savory, Garlic, Sweet Williams, Pansies, Roses, Curry, Orange, Rose and Lemon Thyme, Chocolate Ghost Peppers, Cayenne Peppers, Big Boy Celebrity and Cherry Tomatoes, Figs, Rose, …
He walked in the door from the back yard and says “I love you Muffin”, hands me this little bouquet of wildflowers….#blessed Thoughtfulness and kindness are everything Y’all Her fairies climb the bare, brown trees,And set green caps on every stalk;Her primroses peep bashfullyFrom borders of the garden walk,And in the reddened maple topsHer blackbird gossips sit and talk.~Hannah R. …
Today, since Winter has decided to linger, Punxsutawney Phil having seen his shadow and determined that we will have six more weeks of Winter, I have started a Sourdough starter for the first time in my life. I really cannot believe I have never done this before, it looks so simple. Fingers crossed, I have already started the compulsive act of checking it for signs of natural growth. I feel so accomplished when creating with my hands. It just brings back such wonderful memories of my beautiful Momma who could truly create a masterpiece from what appeared to be nothing in her pantry. A child born in the 1920’s full of stories of the “old days” when families loved and lived together, Sunday dinner was an weekly event and times were simpler and because of that simplicity appeared to be so much happier and easy. Truly the simple from scratch art of cooking of the bygone days is today’s art of gourmet cooking. In those times kitchen gardens were a true staple of every household, not to mention a necessity and wonderful source of food and fresh herbs. So many stories about all of the people who were of so much importance in her life, that I had and never would have the opportunity to meet as they had passed over already before my time, being a child of the 60’s. I relished her many stories and am so thankful for the time that I took to listen to her talk about the “old days”, being an natural born introvert and an avid reader which made me very much of a homebody when I was a little girl.
