a blessed easter

early spring garden in Colonial Williamsburg

~~~

Easter has come very early this year...

most times there are enough tiny blooms

to make my own bouquet for Easter brunch,

but this year,

just one tiny daffodil is bravely

blooming down in the orchard.

My treasures, the old black hens,

are fluffed and snug under the old budded lilac.

The promise of spring is evident,

just not yet here.

In my heart I visit a peaceful, green,

lovely and serene brick walk

in one of my most beloved places to visit.

From my home,

I'll share a fragrant and fresh bouquet of

white crabapple blossoms

from the old knarled crabapple tree

with you.

sending wishes to you all

for a beautiful

Easter with those you love all around you.

and hopefully -

a lovely chocolate bunny

who is most definitely hard of hearing.

with love to my friends,

on this blessed Easter day,

Christine

Deerfield Farm

more love letters of home

I adore this early mirror. It belonged to a wonderful old friend

who spent her life collecting early things.

She lived her love of early.

Everything she did was connected to another time.

The first time I visited her, I was put to work washing lambs wool

in an old trough. She was busy making mead that day.

My chalk ware lamb is precious,

Netty made her for me a long time ago.

early morning light falling on my favorite

linen toile pillow.

I have had this lovely old brown linen toile

in my home since we first came to

Deerfield Farm...it's all in pastoral farming scenes.

I do love it.

Notice the young man ....

in every vignette

he is lazing about while the ladye works hard

at harvesting the wheat, tending her lambs,

turkies & hens and milking the cow.

I can't help but laugh at the look she gives

him.

I'm quite sure he's imagining the wonderful supper she's going to be

making for him .... just as soon as her

chores are all done, of course.

what was the old broom closet at the end of the hallway.

I took the door off

and fitted it with shelves

and painted it all a creamy white

to display some of my old white ironstone.

Perfect.

love letters of home

late afternoon light dances

across the walls

glowing golden on

early quilted petticoats and bonnets.

I like to think of the quiet little corners of my home as love letters to myself and my family.

You know, when you put together a little place that feels just right, with your treasured things. and then, when the light comes through, it surprises you with just how pretty it is...

the feelings that come from experiencing it for the few brief moments that the light comes through and you know how much you love where live...

then looking forward to the next little moment when the light changes again.

these are my love letters of home.

every doll has a story

Every doll has a story.

And for as long as I can remember my dolls have told me their stories, their dreams and secret wishes and thoughts. Long before they were dolls, they were stories in my thoughts, sketches on paper, most of the time they come to me in my sleep.

For me, the dolls have lives just as interesting and varied and as real as you and I.

and so, I would like to share these stories of the dolls with all of you.

All of you, my dear readers, who have written such wonderful letters to tell me how much you love & enjoy my dolls and their stories, I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart.

I have begun something special for all of you that you may continue to enjoy the dolls and their stories from Deerfield Farmhouse.

a window into the Deerfield Doll House the dolls & their stories

Here you will find all the adventures and goings on with the daily lives of

the Ladyes of Deerfield Farm;

Mr. Jefferson, the handsome gentleman farmer from Virginia

who, besides his great desire to experience farming on the western frontier,

has come to call on the Ladyes of Deerfield Farm

along with a wonderful and interesting cast of characters throughout.

*a small note*

~and this is all in good fun~

~not wishing to injure any Dear Reader with delicate sensibilities~

Life for the dolls is not unlike that of real folks, with the joys and trials of everyday life and perhaps,

a secret romance may be found.

So, my dears, if it is just a pretty doll story that you want to read,

you may wish to avert your eyes from the story and gaze upon the pretty pictures I have thoughtfully added just for that very reason.

again, this is all in good fun

I hope you enjoy!

sending love,

Christine

and

the Deerfield Dolls

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

poppets & trifles

hello dear Friends,

This evening

begins my first

website offerings for this new year.

In Celebration of the

Sweets of Love

with

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

visit Sparrow's Cottage

Valentine's Day will soon be here....

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!

smile!

my grand daughter, Emma, who is

2 1/2

~thank you very much~

and playing nicely with my

old German papier mache dolls