I feel like one of the cats curled in the beams streaming through the window, seeking warmth. Beyond the glass, across the lawn heavy frost sparkles.
The thermometer read minus 5 this morning before sunrise. Pipes are frozen at the kitchen sink, as is the faucet outdoors we use to water the animals. This means hauling water from another part of the house, out to the barnyard.
It is too cold to stock the cooler with eggs at the farm stand – they will freeze, I’ve left word for folks to come to the house to get their eggs. Only a few will do so, I think most rather the convenience and anonymity of using the farm stand.
Continue reading “embroidering sketches and golden vintage china from around the world”
I hope that Y’all came through the holiday season with blessings and all good things.
I in my elf slippers and Mr. Cottage in his flannel, we snuggled in on Christmas eve for a day of just doing for us.
Mr. Cottage and I have had a long tradition of cooking a special Christmas Eve dinner – something a little fancy. Since the passing of Mother Cottage, we have invited Father Cottage to join us for Christmas Eve supper. I’ve made various steak dinners these past few years. This year, Father Cottage announced that he had other plans for Christmas Eve, so we talked about what we would do, for just the two of us.
Continue reading “a new season”
I find eggs in unexpected places when the girls mischievously lay them outside their nesting box.
Sometimes I put them in my pocket.
Sometimes I forget that I put that egg in my pocket.
Sometimes I get a drippy gooey surprise.
Continue reading “angel with the broken wing”
Snow is falling.
I cooked a feast as though I was expecting an army. Mr. Cottage carved the turkey, we gathered our little family together, we gave thanks and ate until our bellies could hold no more. Continue reading “Happy Birthday Winter and a farmhouse renovation update Dec. 2017”
Double-crossed by a fan dancer
– from the movie gold diggers of 1937? Not a particularly good movie in my opinion and I think this was the only funny line. Somehow it tickles my fancy.
I love old movies, I like to watch them early in the morning before the sun comes up. It seems to be the only time I can sit still long enough to watch a movie.
Continue reading “Hello – can you please help me get these boots off my feet”
Everything is covered in raindrops and hues of green, yellow, orange and red. Rooftops and stacks of old wood and piles of construction debris. Even the scrap bowl for the chickens.
There is a certain beauty to it
Yellow, orange and red.
Continue reading “your questions answered”
I went up in the attic, out to the garage and into the far depths of my studio and pulled out boxes of dusty, crusty moth-eaten, beautiful stuff.
How was your week? Continue reading “box full of vintage treasure”