
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Saturday, May 15, 2010
such lovely days
old rail fence along the new garden and orchard~
Our Creator would never have made such lovely days, and have given us the deep hearts to enjoy them, above and beyond all thought, unless we were meant to be immortal.
~ Nathaniel Hawthorne ~
heirloom Delaware chicks

heirloom tomato plants
with names like Mr Stripey, Pink Ox Heart,
Black Krim, Crimson Currant, red and yellow Brandywine
and
Cherokee Purple
it seems to me, at least in my experience,
that early breeds of chicks are much livelier,
bright eyed and bushy tailed...
or these little women were just so pleased
to be out of their mailing box.
It was all I could do to keep them in the basket to have
their likeness taken.
~We're ready for warm days in the gardens
and soft evenings on the porch ~
I hope this finds you all enjoying the same
Monday, May 3, 2010
if wishes were gardens....
Monday, April 12, 2010
new doll story in the Deerfield Doll house
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
emma & elisabeth
Thursday, April 1, 2010
a fine April morning.....
Even the dollies have a tiny pansy bouquet in a wee cup.
Wishing you all a fine April morning
Monday, March 22, 2010
what's cooking in the doll house
Spring brings warmer days, sunshine and plenty of sweet green grass
Spring makes me think of daffodils and the scent of lemon thyme
and wonderfully buttery crusted and "bite-into-a-fresh-lemon"
Lemon Curd Tarts.
It uses plenty of eggs...
the first time I made it, I had to make another batch...it was so good that by the time
I was finished "tasting" it, it was all gone.
It's very easy to make, you just need eggs, butter,sugar & fresh lemons, lots of them.
I dare you not to eat most of your first batch!
~~~
another lovely thing that's cooking
is that my work table in the doll house is filled with piles of
old fabrics, thread and sweet spring trimmings~
getting these and other little dolly dumplings ready for spring

they'll be making their own Easter baskets and coloring eggs soon...
and I hope to keep them out of the Lemon Tarts.
They each seem to have their own little spoons tucked into their pockets
under their skirts.

