Thursday, January 24, 2013
Two of the six little grandangels came to the country house,
and there was much anticipation of another winter storm.
Maybe a little snow.
Maybe a little ice,
However, the sled was made ready.
They pulled and tugged and got it to the top of the little hill.
Big sister talked little brother into pulling her...
Even without snow.
He pulled and pulled,
and she returned the favor.
They practiced 'sledding'
and then off to walk the field road.
Rabbit hunting, actually...
Here bunny, bunny...
Look! Is that a rabbit track?
He heard a noise,
and thought for sure it was a bunny...
I love walking the old field road.
When I was a child,
my grandparents had cotton in all the surrounding fields.
So many memories linger,
as new memories are made.
A little boy stands looking out across the field...
I wonder what he is thinking,
and if he will remember walking the field road,
just as I did at his age.
Heading back to the country house,
he stops and takes great interest in Papa's rare 57..
Do all little boys love cars...old cars?
And grow into men who love cars?
And on to the tractor...
Just something about a red tractor.
Especially one with a scoop full of water.
Still looking for rabbits,
but not one rabbit did we see.
The afternoon is turning colder,
and the thoughts of chicken and dumplings cooking on the stove
cause us to think about returning to the house.
One last look for a rabbit...
But still no luck.
And one more look...
They thought for sure there was a rabbit in the field...
It was a nice walk,
and we return with a few rocks and sticks.
The sled is parked on the hill
awaiting the snow or ice
that may or may not come tonight.
There really is nothing better (in my book)
than grandangels spending time in the countryside,
making memories with Yaya and Papa
May your days be filled with blessings.
Sunday, January 20, 2013
Most of it comes from Italy...
Some from Poland...
A few pieces from Tunisia,
France, England, and Germany...
And some by way of T J Maxx...
The stack of plates to the left are all different.
All fine china, but different.
My mother started a collection of mismatched,
fine china dinner plates many years ago.
It was always fun to pick a plate.
I still love looking at her plates
and choosing one,
depending on my mood...
I have had such fun collecting pieces that spoke to my heart...
It never mattered to me that nothing matched.
Many remind me of trips,
and treasure hunting.
What really matters is coming home to what you love...
There are no decorating rules in this houses.
The only rule is this;
"We must really love it,
or we must really need it."
I must remind Traveling Man to never buy
just because the price is cheap.
Remember our rule, I say to him.
Otherwise, he might bring home a box of snow globes,
and porcelain dolls.
Bless his heart.
He did that once.
Funniest thing....I can't seem to let them go.
I find myself picking up his snow globes,
turning the music box key,
Our three little grand daughters
love the beautiful dolls that Papa bought.
We have another rule.
We only keep it if it is needed, we love it,
or it has special meaning.
I suppose that makes my old kitchen cupboard
a very special treasure chest,
because it is filled with only the things
that I love,
and many with very special meaning.
Friday, January 18, 2013
There is nothing more wonderful
than awakening to a winter wonderland.
Morning coffee in hand,
it's time to take a walk with the dogs.
It's so quiet.
Not a sound.
Everything is blanketed in snow.
It doesn't last long in the south,
but while it is here,
it is ever so magical.
The trees looked like they were made of crystal.
It's time to head back inside,
and enjoy the winter beauty
through the window
by the fire.
We must enjoy it while it last,
because tomorrow it will melt away,
as if it never happened.
Thursday, January 10, 2013
The holidays are over,
and all the Christmas decorations have been packed away.
The ballgame of the year
came to an amazing end for Alabama, AGAIN!
The celebrating is winding down,
and I must admit,
I am ready for the quiet.
I'm ready to start new home projects,
and finish those that were put aside.
I am ready to clean and organize...
Maybe even redecorate a few areas of the old country house.
Maybe I'll paint and change rooms altogether.
It's wonderful to have some extended time in the countryside.
Time to ponder the desires of the new year.
On this rainy winter night,
I spend my time looking through beautiful magazines for inspiration,
and oh how I get lost in the magic of decorating blogs.
Tomorrow will be a busy day,
but tonight by the fire,
listening to the rain and dreaming
is just what I needed.
Tuesday, January 8, 2013
Motivation does the soul good...
It seeps in never to leave.
This great motivator left a legacy for all Alabamians,
but not just in football.
We took his wisdom to heart,
oh so many years ago,
and hung on tight.
He kept a poem in his pocket,
and read it everyday of his life.
I decided to place 'him' here,
in my special place beneath a southern sky,
so that I might listen to his
that deep, mellow
warm like good whiskey voice...
He inspires me to live 85%, at least...
Pardon us Alabamians,
as we are still on a
National Champions once again!!
This is the beginning of a new day.
God has given me this day to use as I will.
I can waste it or I can use it for good.
What I do today is very important
because I am exchanging a day of my life for it.
When tomorrow comes
this day will be gone, FOREVER.
Leaving something in its place I have traded for it.
I want it to be gain, not loss,
good, not evil,
success, not failure,
in order that I shall not
forget the price I paid for it.
Saturday, January 5, 2013
I love the feel of a warm fire on a winter's day...
The smell of coffee throughout the old country house.
I love the feeling that I get when I sit at my large, old desk,
next to the fire,
on an early winter morn.
and the safety of home in the countryside.
The winter walks that I take around the field road with the dogs...
Old flannel shirts,
my favorite old soft jeans,
and my very old boots...
The smell of vegetable soup cooking on the stove.
Winter allows us time to come inside and slow down.
Slow down with a book,
a cup of hot tea, coffee, mulled wine,
and the old cashmere wrap.
I love the feel of the old wool rug under my feet,
as I do my yoga.
I don't mind the early night time..
It's the perfect excuse to light scented candles every night.
Winter is a time for thinking...
It is also a time for the new season of Downtown Abbey!
I am truly loving the wintertime at our country house...
This is also the time of year to look through all the seed and plant magazines.
I could stay lost in my thoughts, dreams, and books all winter long...
May you have a cozy and blessed winter...
Friday, January 4, 2013
Haunting music that reaches down into my soul of long ago...
I think of those who are gone, but never forgotten.
My grandmother, when I was a child...
How he was always there for me...
No matter what...
I miss him...
I miss them..
I miss 'long ago'...
I learned so much from 'long ago'...
Thought for the day;
"There is somebody in your life
that needs to see you live a spiritual example."
Your life and the memories you make
will someday, too, be 'long ago'...
In this new year,
"Let no one ever come to you
without leaving better and happier.
Be the living expression of God's kindness:
Kindness in your face,
kindness in your eyes, kindness in your smile."
You are God's masterpiece.
There is a miracle in your mouth
just waiting to be spoken into existence.
Speak what you desire.
Ask and you shall receive.
Let your requests be made known to God.
Blessings in the new year.