Sunday, March 2, 2014

Sunday supper~ Hen Pott Pye

Fragrant, bubbly and hot from the oven for our Sunday supper

Hen Pott Pye

We have freezing rain and more weather coming over the hills towards us from the mountains~

Our March weather is always contrary, so we've got a good fire going in the big fireplace, a good old movie going and having our supper in front of it~

I hope that your day has been a good one, doing something you enjoy~


Friday, February 14, 2014

from me to thee

Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice,
 but for those who love,
 time is eternity. 

 ~Henry Van Dyke

I send my love

from me

to thee~

Thursday, October 31, 2013

Ol' Stingy Jack

Ol' Stingy Jack
sending wishes for a Spooky All Hallow's Eve~

Thursday, October 17, 2013

sunset at Deerfield Farm

Angus and I took a nice evening stroll to enjoy the brilliant colors of our cottonwoods
the amber fields at the foot of Mt. Jefferson 
I love this so much
Angus especially loves an autumn sunset... a perfect ending for a lovely Autumn day..
and especially nice since the mousies come out at this time of
evening to enjoy the sunset, too....

Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Happy Birthday, dear Tasha Tudor, with love

A tinge of fragrant wood smoke is curling up from our chimney into the chilly air above our old farmhouse this early morning.
The sun has not come up over the hills just yet and I am here writing to you by candle light, with a proper cup of hot tea to drink and a sleepy kitten lying on my lap.
A perfect early morning to quietly reflect on how such an extraordinary woman, Tasha Tudor, touched my life completely.
Today would be her 98th birthday and in celebration of
the amazing life she led
I'll go about my day as I always do...enjoying each quiet moment and task.
Shortbread cookies will be baking for afternoon tea, hand sewing the hem of a small linen petticoat for a doll, reading a few pages of a treasured book of Tasha's extraordinary life...
and in keeping these little rituals we all feel the loss of her a little less and somehow,
we feel even more connected to her and to all those whose lives she touched.
Tonight as I cook over the fire and light our evening with hand made candles,
we go on.
Enjoying our family and each season as it comes, without rushing... it is the quiet celebrating of taking joy and the gentle side of life that she loved and bestowed on us all.
My gardens speak of her, with herbs and old roses and deep indigo lupine-late blooming this summer~ the tangled potato & pumpkin patch and apples hanging from the trees down in the old orchard.
My attempt at knitting a shawl, slow going as I have so many irons in the fire, is snuggled in a basket by my chair. I hoped to have it ready by the time the first frost nipped my cheek on my early morning walks through the gardens.
As chilly as it is this morning, I know
I must knit a little more each evening now....
Each thing we do here as we live our lives close to the land, every dream we dream.
everything has it's roots growing deep in Tasha's garden.
The seeds that she planted in the hearts of those who loved her are
growing and stretching towards a deep blue summer sky today.
The garden that was planted in my heart the day I first read a story of her, first saw her gardens, stood by her barn door, amazed at how tiny she was, first hearing her voice and chuckled at her wry New England humor.
I was given a name for what I already loved...
but just didn't know...
a candle was lit...a garden planted...
and there, I found my kindred spirit.
What a gift she was to us.
and is still...

The Tudor Family is having a very special giveaway to celebrate dear Tasha Tudor's 98th Birthday !!

Rookery Ramblings Tasha Tudor Day Giveaway

~this is a repost of my thoughts on Tasha's 95th birthday~
still feeling the same~ still missing her~

Sunday, August 25, 2013

sunday morning~ a little herb strewing~

"Herbs do comfort the wearied braine with fragrant smells which yield a certain kinde of nourishment."-
William Coles, 1656.

I've been cutting herbs to hang from the beams in the little house this morning~ the fragrance of lavender, costmary -bible leaf- and lemon balm hanging overhead and strewn across the wood floors has filled the rooms~ so calming and refreshing ~ it makes this such a serene place to be in while I work, getting the little house ready for doll making.