good friday sunrise

Good Friday sunrise over our little Deerfield Farm


~Wishing you all a happy and Blessed Good Friday ~

soon.....

my garden last spring

this winter weary season will quietly come back to life~

in indigo,cerise and lime..
with soft warm air, meadowlarks and frog-song lullabies...
armloads of long stemmed purple doubled lilacs..

I'm digging in the garden today.
Moving old brick, neatening edges...sorrowing a lost rose...
glad at so many volunteer columbine under the leaf mulch,
pale green yellow of the poplar grove trees...
soon..

I hope that the sun is shining on you wherever you might be today. 

riding the wind with love and popsickle smiles~

 

the March winds whip, blow and howl. It teases, tickles and torments, like cousins will do to one another. 

wild winds carry away the dry leaves, dust and last remnants of grey days,

soft rain washes the winter weary faces of the counryside

and in it's place~

 fresh green pastures filled with wildflowers and grasses and ocean blue skies~

days like today leave us with the promise that soft warm days are peeking

around the corner just waiting to be lolled and luxuriated  in...

with popsicle smiles and bare feet.

these are the happy little sunshine faces

that I love... so much that it truly hurts...

and then...there is this little man...

...lordy..

.

oh me, oh my, how much can one Grandma's heart take...

well, I'll take all of it,

Happy First Day of Spring!

warming in the early morning sun

~ early morning sun warming my favorite chalk lamb hand made by Netty~

"The March wind roars

Like a lion in the sky,

And makes us shiver

As he passes by.

When winds are soft,

And the days are warm and clear,

Just like a gentle lamb,

Then spring is here."

Our first day of March here on Deerfield Farm is warm and calm winded.  Robins and Red-Winged blackbirds fill the trees with singing and flitting from the water barrel and then to the wet earth to stretch a worm from it's sleepy garden bed.

There's a slight yellow-greening of the tree tops down in the poplar grove and in the tea fields, tiny mint leaves, burrowed down in the winter mulch have begin to send out dark runners.

The rhubarb has deep red shoots pushing up through it's blanket of grass hay and the old lilacs by the barn door have fat buds.

I know this calmness and first taste of a soft and  almost warm day, with the grass fields beginning to lose it ochre and put up it's tufts of spring greens, is only a fleeting taste for us.

The winds begin to blow and howl when Spring first decides to grace us with her presence.

So, this calm and almost warm first day of March is so welcome to our winter weary souls.

I hope that wherever you are, that the sun is shining on your face and the sure hope of  Spring warming your hearts!

Happy March my friends!

love,C.

our Humble is so very pleased

little Humble recently became the very happy owner of her very

own wee Sewing Coffer and a Farmer's Wife flax comb~

both are lovingly hand made
 by Lori & Peter Brechlin

of  Notforgotten Farm

are they not the loveliest little things?

Peter hand made them and Lori has given them her special graining and aging~
They hand make many other wonderful little wooden items
that any seamstress and collector of fine folk art would love~

as you can see, little Humble is ever so pleased.
Thank you Lori & Peter Brechlin!

sweetest love

one of my very favorite dolls~ little Ladye Augusta of Deerfield Farm

...last evening,

by the candle lit fireside

our Augusta had a gentleman caller....

they sat side by side and listened to the quiet crackling of the fire

he leaned in closer....and whispered into her crumpled little ear

"oh my dear"..."how lovely you look this evening"...

and then pressed a hand written letter,

sealed with crimson wax, into her hand.

and while bowing low

he kissed her mitted hand,

and bid her good night...and a wish to see her on the morrow.

Inside, he had written in beautiful spidery letters, all in sepia ink

"I love thee - I love thee,

'Tis all that I can say

It is my vision in the night,

My dreaming in the day."

~Thomas Hood~

she could not have been more surprised...

blessed beginnings

~ a view from my window~

just as the last sliver of the winter moon slid down the icy mountain side into the west

the new year sunrise came and kissed the fields with pale pink frost~

a beautiful beginning for our new year.

sending much love and happy wishes to all of you,

 dear friends and family~

Christe' & Bob