these quiet days of February are becoming filled with the promise of spring.
my little farmhouse sits in the midst of greening fields....
each morning the fields, hills and valley's are
covered with heavy mists in the early morning light.
and even before the sun begins to peek over the hills, the robins down in the
orchard begin their sing~song to greet the new day.
inside, candles are lit and my precious bits are illuminated.
a wonderful new-old silhouette that I've had for sometime and found
here and just love
an old cupboard in my kitchen, wearing a worn and much loved bees wax heart, hanging from an early old gilt and blackened wavy glass mirror. somehow, just looking at it makes everything right in the world.
and my favorite...
old pewter plate and spoon filled with an old cloth heart
that carries this verse...
"But he that is of a merry heart hath a continual feast"
I wish you all mists that lift, spring peeking over the hills
& a merry heart within.
yrs on this day,
I would love to hear what makes your heart merry this time of year~
and the Honorable Fine Pigg will draw a name
on Tuesday next,
for a little handmade gift for someone.