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

The Wish...

Make a wish...

When you are a five year old boy,

what do you wish for?

Oh how I wonder...

But one must not tell,

because it will not come true...so they say...

Not only is Christmas time near,

but oh to have a December birthday...

How much excitement can one child stand...

Happy fifth birthday to our baby boy 

with the golden curls.

We love him so.

Blessings,

Yaya

Tradition...

"The Night Before Christmas"...

We have a beautiful old book that is read many times before Christmas...

"The moon on the breast

of the new-fallen snow,

gave a luster of midday

to objects below".

"The children were nestled

all snug in their beds,

while visions of sugarplums

danced in their heads."

Creating memories never to be forgotten...

Blessings,

Yaya

A Wedding and a Birthday Party...

Everywhere you go,

the halls are decked...

The trees are up...

And Christmas is here in all of its glory...

And what could be better than a Christmas wedding?!

Being a flower girl...

Oh not one, but two...

Two little flower girls dropping petals everywhere they go...

Oh so fun...

Oh so beautiful...

Oh so magical...

But back at the country house,

the party is over...

The wedding is over,

and she danced her shoes off...

Oh so tired, and ready for bed.

Up the back stairs she goes...

It's time for flannel pajamas...

It's time for slumber...

A little princess...

Beautiful flowers,

and a treasure chest of Christmas ornaments yet to be hung...

"Smell, Yaya...the flower is sweet and soft."

Capturing moments in time to never be again...

The magic of the season is upon us...

Grab it...

Hold on to every moment,

for this is all we have.

Right here...Right now...

Love...

Laugh...

Be kind...

Give...

And remember the reason for the season...

Blessings,

Yaya

That Magical Time of Year.

Ohhh it felt like magic...

The excitement was wonderful...

The long drive north to the countryside from Mobile...

Arriving at the country house...

A Christmas wedding to attend...

A rehearsal dinner in a grand old home in town...

A birthday party at the grand hotel on the river...

And Christmas just around the corner...

Oh yes, it feels so magical...

Come sit with me in the parlor, said Yaya...

Tell me all about it...

Cookies and milk by the fire...

A picture or two...

And stories...beautiful stories...

And party dresses...

And smiles...

And so much more...

It's that magical time of the year when excitement is in the air...

It shows in the smiles...

And the twinkle in the eyes...

What better place to savor the children's giggles

than the old family country house

dressed in the warm golden glow and magic of Christmas...

Blessings,

Yaya

The Parlor Fireplace Aglow

Are you decorating for Christmas on this cold moonlit night?

I am having so much fun with the old parlor fireplace...

Everything is a golden glow...

It is not finished, and another photo will come when it is completed,

but somehow the golden glow seemed so perfect on this cold night,

and I just wanted to share the unfinished project anyway...

I love the remoteness of our country house,

far from the chaos of the city...

I went outside today and cut a basket full of cedar, holly, magnolia leaves...

It is truly glorious to smell...

This mantel will have cedar and magnolia added to it...

And sparkling twinkle lights...

There is a drop-leaf dining table near this fireplace,

and it is the perfect place for morning coffee...

As dusk deepens into darkness,

and shadows melt into night,

lights go on one by one...

Twinkling...

Noel...Noel...Noel...

Bowls of nuts and fruits...

Pine cones sprayed gold, and golden glitter candles...

Our beloved country house is the place we want to be at Christmas time...

Blessings and good cheer,

Yaya

Dreaming of a White Christmas

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas, 

but deep in the heart of Dixie,

a white Christmas is not expected...

However,

one can dream...

As a child growing up in the south,

there wasn't anything more exciting than the anticipation of snow.

It was truly magical...

A beautiful winter wonderland.

We come home to the old country house during the holidays...

I love using fresh cedar, holly and other cuttings from the yard...

Oh the smell...

It smells like Christmas with all the cedar in the house...

Ushering in a season of splendor...

Vintage Christmas...

Visions of Santa Claus...

Velvet dresses...

Decorating the huge cedar tree...Papa and the children...

Holiday dinner...

Gift wrapping...

Open houses...

Hot mulled wine by the fire...

Friends dropping by...

The front door constantly in motion...

Family filling the old country house...

Red corduroy dresses...

Cinnamon scents the air...

The house is beginning to shine with Christmas cheer...

Goodwill...Peace and love...

Blessings,

Yaya

The Turquoise Kitchen Project

Turquoise on old wooden cabinets...

Iron work...

Washed sea green walls...

Italian and other European dishes...

French cookware...

No doors...

Why?

Because I love seeing all the color,

and the beautiful pieces I have collected over the years.

They lift me up...make me smile...

Each piece has a story...

It was part of a trip...an adventure...

A treasure brought back to the old country house.

Tea Cups...English tea cups...

English china, and some Delft pieces, too...

Memories...trips to Holland oh so many years ago...

And the tea cups conjure up memories of my mother...

Her beautiful collection of fine English tea cups...

And later I created my own collection.

Now I have both.

Treasured heirlooms...

More treasures, at least to me.

The orange vase on the top shelf, upper right...my mother's...

I remember when she bought it...It was early 1960s...

She and my dad had moved into their newly built home...

Her colors....orange, olive green and copper...

The vase...Italian...as are most all the pieces in this cabinet.

There is just something so...so soulful about Italian dishes.

They call to me.  Don't know why.

More cabinets kissed in turquoise...

More European dishes...

More iron....more turquoise...

Everything wrapped in turquoise...

It feels bohemian...

It releases the gypsy in me...

Country Kitchen...

The wooden sign that hangs over the window says it all...

This is an old country kitchen...

It hasn't changed much since my grandmother cooked meals here...

The old country sink was hers...

How could I ever update and tell it goodbye.

No.  Never.  I could not.  Would not...

Even the old walk through pantry has a touch of turquoise...

Turquoise floors...

Daffodil...

Dancing in the Daffodils...

In washed turquoise...

I had to have it.

It was made for a country house with daffodils and a turquoise kitchen...

Cookbooks...

Only a smidgen of my collection...

I love reading cookbooks,

but couldn't live long enough to cook all the recipes I have...

Why on why am I called to cookbooks?

I don't know, 

but I find them comforting and inspiring,

and many are beautiful, too...

Home...

It feels good to be home...

in the newly painted turquoise kitchen...

A bowl of soup?

A glass of wine?

A cup of tea?

Come sit with me for awhile and tell me all about your joys...

What makes you happy?

What inspires you?

Who inspires you?

The old bread box got a kiss of turquoise, too...

The old spice cabinet was washed in white,

with just a tad of turquoise left in the brush...

And every kitchen must have aprons...

Colorful aprons...

Change can be good for the soul...

It can happen quickly...

A can of paint...and a day ( or three)...

Blessings from the country house...

Yaya

Home Away From Home

It is really the simple little things...

A cotton cloth,

a candle,

flowers,

linen drapes...

Open window filling the home with light.

Pretty oil paintings on the wall...

Another table cloth...

Colorful dishes...

Cotton napkins...

Candles...

Flowers...

The perfect oil painting to hang in a small dining nook...

$4.00 - Goodwill

Another little oil...$3.00 - Goodwill

Cotton Indian cloth napkins...$3.00 for a set of four - Goodwill

Wonderful cookbooks...Goodwill

Life as it should be...

Wine and roses...

A few thorns here and there,

teaches us to be mindful,

and careful when handling the delicate rose...

Much like life.

"When at last I took the time

to look at the heart of a flower,

it opened up a whole new world - 

a world where every county walk

would be an adventure,

where every garden would become

an enchanted one."

-Princess Grace of Monaco

A lovely candle stick...

A beautiful hand painted plate from Spain,

and another pretty oil...

And comfort...

Food can be so comforting...

Especially when trying to make a home away from home...

Crock Pot Fruit Cocktail Cake.

Oh so delicious...

A cashmere shawl for those cool morning walks...

A very inspiring cookbook.

These are just a few things that help me make

'home away from home'...

We have traveled with work since 1977,

and every trip is a new adventure.

God has blessed us greatly,

and I am so grateful to our Lord.

"But 

our palaces

are the tents

we carry with us."

Miguel De Cervantes

Blessings,

Yaya

Something to Think About...

"One day you will wake up

and

there won't be any more time

to

do

the things

you've always wanted...

Do it now".

Paulo Coelho

I have decided it is okay to let things go...

Some things can wait....like dusting, cleaning, and workworkwork...

We can let the yard work go in exchange for a weekend at the lake

with grandangels...

I will not remember what I 'let go',

but I'll always remember these last days of summer...

Treasured memories.

Completing the house in Nashville can wait,

but grandangels will not.....

You blink, and they grow up...

Ten years will fly by....she'll be driving,

and I'll wonder where the time went.

The yard isn't that important....

Furnishing the house in Nashville is not that important...

The housework will still be there...

I have decided it is okay to 'let it go'...

Go live!  Spread joy!

Do it now!

Because....

"One day you will wake up and there won't be any more time"......

Blessings,

Yaya