Monday, January 28, 2008

winter morning

There is a privacy about it which no other season gives you....
In spring, summer and fall people sort of have an open season on each other;
only in the winter, in the country,
can you have longer, quiet stretches
when you can savor belonging to yourself.
~Ruth Stout

Thursday, January 24, 2008

poppets & trifles

hello dear Friends,
This evening
begins my first
website offerings for this new year.
In Celebration of the
Sweets of Love
Poppets & Trifles
We hope that you will come for a visit to Deerfield Farmhouse
this evening
January 25
5 pm pacific time
and for especially lovely handmade paper trifles and dolls
Valentine's Day will soon be here....

Thursday, January 10, 2008

pretty girls

why hello young ladies, don't you look pretty!
May I take your picture? well, I would love to...what do you think, Elisabeth?
just let us get prettied up first...oh dear...let's get Sophie's
crown back on again...Elisabeth, you look nice....
hold on while I
fluff my hair a little
we're ready!
oh, such pretty girls!
my grand daughter, Emma, who is
2 1/2
~thank you very much~
and playing nicely with my
old German papier mache dolls

Tuesday, January 8, 2008

the road not taken...

Whenever I'm out walking in the hills around our farm,
the wind in my face, the sky overhead
and the hills around me.
It's then that the beginnings,
the middles and endings of poems
that I love...
Thoreau or Robert Frost come to mind.
maybe you do this, too? I hope so.
When I first saw this picture that my little grandson, Ethan, took,
my first thought was
"wow...just look what Ethan did"
and then I heard
"I took the one less traveled by
and that has made all the difference."
You see the old farmer is "precariously perched"
on an unfamiliar road
and yet he looks quite satisfied with the view....
ah yes,
The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood,
and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost