Spring Cleaning List...

Spring cleaning, and spring fever go hand in hand...

With the warmer weather,

I want to clean,

and clean,

and clean...

As we pack up the Nashville house,

and prepare to return to the country house,

I'm ready to get home and start spring cleaning...

I was reviewing our tenant agreement for the rental house in Nashville,

and thought its move-out list was a good beginning for any spring cleaning list...

All cabinets, kitchen and bathroom, thoroughly cleaned...inside and out.

Thoroughly clean stove eyes, stove hood, inside oven, dishwasher,

and refrigerator...inside and out, including top and underneath...

All ceiling fans cleaned...top and bottom of fan.

All light bulbs in working order.

Bathrooms thoroughly cleaned including commode base, and mirrors...

Baseboards, window seals, mini blinds, doors, and walls thoroughly wiped down,

and cleaned...

Carpets shampooed and all floors thoroughly cleaned...

Fireplace cleaned...

All air conditioner unit vent area cleaned and filter changed...

Must have new filter.

Water heater cleaned...top and bottom.

All glass storm doors, and mirrors cleaned.

I thought it was a good list to use for the beginning of home spring cleaning...

along with my own personal list...

Windows washed...

Decks washed...

Porches and outside furniture painted...

Thresholds scrubbed...

Closets organized and cleaned...

The list could go on and on and on...

Do you ever get it ALL finished?

Do you ever find yourself with absolutely nothing to do?

Food for thought...

Make home life a priority...

The power of order...being organized, and clean.

An extraordinary life begins at home...

It's so much easier to keep a neat and tidy house clean.

Don't put it down, put it away.

Chaos does not invite peace.

30 days of cleaning...

It will be Monday through Friday.

I need weekends off.

Happy Cleaning...

Blessings,

Yaya

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Packing for a New Adventure

"I want to help, Yaya."  

"I love the beautiful paintings, Yaya."

"Are we leaving the Nashville house forever,Yaya?"

And so it is that another project is finished...

Another adventure to remember,

and a future adventure to look forward to...

We travel with work,

and we have learned to make the best of it...

It isn't for everyone, that's for sure,

but it has worked for us...

I have always chosen to see the travel as a blessing...

A gift...

A new adventure.

Everywhere we go, 

we collect...

and collect...

and collect some more.

Oil paintings,

books,

Italian dishes,

English china,

table linens...

Antiques...

Chandeliers...

The list goes on and on.

It is always exciting to load the trailer,

and the big Ford truck,

and the suburban,

with all our collected treasures from each trip...

Each project...

Each new adventure...

We are not sure what direction the next adventure will take us,

but for now,

we will spend time at the lake house,

the island house,

and the old family country house.

That, within itself, is a huge blessing,

and one I'm looking forward to.

I'm ready to get back to the countryside, and plant hundreds of buttercups,

Irises, Knockout Roses...a million flower seeds...blooming shrubs...

The list goes on and on...

A few thoughts for the day...

Celebrate beauty in everyday living...

"I want everything in my world to be beautiful,

and resonate with love,

and God,

and angels...

Peace...

Kindness...

Tranquility...

Passion and an excitement for life...

And travel...

And adventure."

Blessings,

Yaya

The Island in Winter

It was snowing in the north Alabama countryside...and Nashville...

Several inches of winter wonderland snow expected...

Schools were closing...

Oh, it was falling, falling, falling...

Big beautiful flakes...

But it did not stop her...No...

She got into her Mercedes and drove, and the snow fell...

Beautiful, enchanting snowfall...

And she drove on...

South...

Toward her island...

There is a point when you reach the salt air...

Six hours of driving south, and it is in the air...

Salt air and sea mist...

Upon arrival,

One must quickly bundle up and go to the shore...

Breathe...Just breath it in.

Ahhhh.....Island time.

Winter island time...

And so it is that she is a sunset chaser...

Every single day...by the shore,

listening to the sea birds,

and breathing in the salt air...

Sea mist in her long, blonde, wavy hair...

Wrapped in cashmere,

sipping hot mulled wine,

soaking in the beauty,

and capturing every moment with her beloved camera...

And always...

Always...

The seabirds embrace the beauty...

The peace...

The tranquility...

The love...

I think they know her...

I think they say, "We have missed you."

"Where have you been?"

"You've been away for such a long time."

"Welcome home."

Back at the island cottage,

potatoes are roasted in olive oil, and Herbs de Provence...

A tray of cheese, grapes and New Orleans French Bread are prepared...

 Italian wine is poured into crystal glasses with sail boat etchings...

The Sandpiper is in the DVD player...

Bedside books are...

"The Old Man and the Sea"...Ernest Hemingway,

and "Islands in the Stream"...

"Shell Seekers"...

Sail into the Mystic...

Dreaming...

Somewhere on an island,

wrapped in cashmere by a warm fire and candle glow...

Blessings,

Yaya

Blizzard Winds, Some Snow, and French Onion Soup...

Rustic yeast bread rising...

Snow falling...

Blizzard winds blowing...

Wind chimes chiming...

Red birds visiting...

The scent of fresh bread baking fills the country house with a delicious aroma...

It's comforting...

Like a warm snuggle blanket...

Home is my comfort,

a sacred place where my spirit is restored...

Sweet onions...butter...olive oil...

The base and the beginning of French Onion Soup...

With cream...

And crusty home baked bread,

covered in Mozzarella,

toasted to a golden brown,

in Italian bowls...

Sweet...

Creamy...

Comfort...

Served by the fire with a glass of Merlot...

Warmth and comfort on a cold night...

Musings and thoughts from the country house...

There are simple solutions to complex lives;

Love.

Harmony.

Comfort.

Accept what this moment provides,

and its energy will spread beyond all boundaries...

Put pleasure into living...

Country life...

It's a very good place for thinking...

My house,

my home,

is the expression of my soul...

Blessings,

Yaya

Our Country Cat, Lucy, and Another Winter Storm...

Every country house should have a cat...

Sweet Lucy...

She acts like a dog.

She goes out with them to do her business,

and then she is right back in to nap by the fire...

The down-filled leather chair,

which was my special place to recharge,

has been taken over by her.

So, I move to the velvet French sofa,

in front of the fire...

It is like a beautiful pair of high heel shoes...

Pretty to look at, but not so comfortable.

I have a down-filled seat on it,

but somehow,

one doesn't sink into it.

It is comfortable enough, but not like a cloud of feathers...

Down cushions help to give it some softness, too...

But oh how I love the velvety plush...

The warmth of velvet is like none other.

And books...

And journal...

Another winter storm is on the way,

and this time,

we are expecting more than just a cold rain.

Parts of Alabama will actually get some snow.

That requires cooking.

Just the word 'snow'...

Every country house in the area will have soup pots going...

Chicken Stew...

Rustic Potato Soup...

Beef Stew...

Chili...

Vegetable Soup...

Creamy Chicken Soup...

And home baked bread...

Yeast bread...

Cornbread...

Snow...

It is like a planned celebration in the south...

So this is where I will weather this next winter storm...

On the velvet sofa,

in front of the fire,

eating homemade soup, 

and home baked bread...

Reading....reading....

Journaling...(is that a word?)

And reading beautiful blogs...

And writing some, too...

And pictures...playing with the Nikon...

A passion I love, but know not much about.

Stay warm, and well...

Curl up, and rest a spell...

Rambling thoughts from the country house...

An extraordinary life begins at home...

Romance your home...

Bon Bons on the coffee table...

Everyday is beautiful if you choose to see it...

Blessings,

Yaya

A Cold Rain, and Rustic Homemade Bread

The weather was bitter cold at the lake house in Kentucky,

and a winter storm warning was in effect.

Oh how I would have loved to stay and get snowed in,

but that was not to be.

So, we drove the winding back roads,

and returned to Nashville.

Bitter cold, and winter storm warning there, as well.

I needed to return to the Alabama country house before the winter storm arrived...

The highways in the Alabama and Tennessee hills are not where you need to be driving during a snow storm...

I packed up, and arrived at the country house one day before the storm arrived...

There is something about a storm...

It causes me to feel the need to bake, and cook...

It seems comforting, and cozy, I think.

I love the smell of fresh bread baking,

and a pot of soup on the stove.

Candles flickering...

Fireplaces burning...

Soft music playing...

The clouds are so grey,

and the candle light looks so pretty reflecting off crystal pieces.

The rustic bread is fresh out of the oven, and ready for a soft butter spread...

A glass of Merlot,

a bowl of soup,

all served in the den by the fire,

on little wooden tv tables with pretty white table cloths...

This is my Zen spot...

Everyday comforts...

Making home a haven...

Blessings,

Yaya

Winter...A Time of Rest

Winter...

A time to slow down...Twilight comes early,

and the setting winter sun drops into a cold dark night.

It is 14 degrees in Nashville, and 6 degrees at our Kentucky lake house.

We left the city on Friday, and drove the winding, country back road toward 

Lake Malone...My haven...a place of solitude...

We arrive...unload...get the fire going, and supper, too.

Candles flicker throughout the house...

We have a glass of Merlot while waiting on supper,

and we listen to the silence...

Such peace, I cannot describe.

The ducks come into our cove often,

and I felt as if they were welcoming us to this beautiful place of tranquility.

I walk to the edge of the lake with food for the ducks,

and in turn,

they stay awhile and allow me to get many beautiful pictures.

They linger, as do I....soaking in the peace, the quiet, the soul soothing, mystic feel...

I am ready to wrap myself in cashmere, and flannel...Oh so soft and snuggle warm...

I am ready to sip hot mulled wine, and read,

while listening to beautiful cello music...

And I am ready to sit by the fire,

and do absolutely nothing.

Or, maybe I will knit...

Or paint...oil on canvas...yes...the ducks!

Or maybe I will write...

Whatever I do,

it will nourish the senses...

A few rambling thoughts from the lake house...

Be your own kind of beautiful...

Build a beautiful life...

Listen carefully to the sounds that bring you joy...

Winter allows you time to slow down...Isn't it wonderful?!

Winter Blessings,

Yaya