Frosty and Sweet

    As soon as I open my mouth about bringing Spring things in, Mother Nature tells me to curb my enthusiasm. 

  Snow falling on Cedars –  My chicken coop pictured below with the cedar forest a very philanthropic woman named Elizabeth and her husband Ed planted many moons ago here on this little farm. It was upon her death at the age of 95 about 16 years ago at the estate sale that I first laid eyes on the inside of our 1835 farm house and the surrounding grounds and fell in love.  A lot has changed here in the ten years we’ve owned the farm – including the complete resurrection of the house.  One thing that is absolutely as it was – are the cedar forest on the left of us and Pine forest on the right, minus a few trees lost in storms.  I love them 💗 they remind me every day of the thoughtfulness and generosity of the previous occupants of Grace –  (This Old House)   We’ve paid it forward, so to speak – by planting many sugar maples along the dirt roads on the property.  Someday someone will enjoy the shade and glorious colors  and perhaps the syrup made from the the sap of the Mighty Maples we’ve planted. We will at least get to enjoy them as juvenile trees.

  Speaking of Maple Syrup –  I’ve been collecting the sap  from some of our ancient maples when the weather conditions encourage the sap run, and the boys have been dropping the buckets off at the Sugar House at Parmelee Farm.   It’s balm for the soul, this community project.  Residents of our little town have been collecting sap from their trees to add to the big barrels at Parmelee,  helping to fill the distiller,  they’ve been volunteering to fill and label bottles, some even dropping off cookies and snacks for the volunteer force to enjoy while they work.  The Boyscouts and Girlscouts have visited to learn the ancient art of syrup making, as have science classes from the middle school.  All sales of the limited supply of syrup are applied to sustaining the farm and sugar house.

  That label being applied is one I designed for the project –  I’m no professional, but I think it came out pretty darn good in the -winging it- department.

      In these times of truly ugly politics, this community effort for a worthy cause is a beautiful thing indeed.  If you’re feeling discouraged for whatever the reason, I strongly recommend finding a project or organization in a field of your interest that is doing something good in the world – no effort is too small, the commitment does not have to be huge, so don’t let work commitments and the lack of free time discourage you.   It’s balm for the weary soul. 💗

      Till soon, friends… 

Some Artistic Inspiration / Notes from the Swamp

    I love sea glass and have a large vase full of it – pieces collected over the years by myself, my mom and friends.  While browsing pinterest a few days ago I saw sea glass art by various artists and loved the simplicity and beauty of a few of the pieces. I gathered some of my best blue hues and bought an inexpensive frame and some Gorilla Glue at Michaels Crafts – within a half hour I had a little sea glass treasure I will hang somewhere in the cottage. 






This is another find I will put together to hang over one of the windows, perhaps during the next snow storm. I don’t browse pinterest or etsy often but when I do I’m always amazed –  lots of inspiration can be found there, so many talented people.  Note: Copying an artists ideas isn’t something you should do if you have any intention of selling what you create.  It’s done all the time but not cool when the artist is trying to make a living at what they do. 









  News from the Swamp:


The orange scream is breaking from 11 presidents worth of tradition by firing Charles Brotman, who has announced every inauguration parade since Eisenhower in 1957.   The 89 year old, who is still very capable of doing his job,  received an e-mail stating his services were no longer needed. Needless to say, he’s pretty heartbroken. 


-What an assh*le.  That’s not even a political move. That’s just an assh*le move. 





I’m not a big fan of Hollywood in general but I do love a good movie and a talented actor/actress.  Meryl Streep is one of my favorites and I just loved what she had to say at the awards show the other night. For the Orange Scream to call her an “overrated actress” is just the icing on his daily twitter ridiculousness.   Bravo, Meryl.  And Bravo Anne Donahue, whoever you are. 




The Orange Scream now denies he mocked a disabled reporter – sorry, dude. It’s out there for the world to see, there’s no misunderstanding here.  Click on link if you need a refresher.  That’s just disgusting in anyones opinion, I sure hope. 


https://youtu.be/PX9reO3QnUA




AND… In case you missed it, here’s the federal week in review:


1. Trump  fires all Ambassadors and Special Envoys, ordering them out by inauguration day.


2. House brings back the Holman rule allowing them to reduce an individual civil service, SES positions, or political appointee’s salary to $1, effectively firing them by amendment to any piece of legislation. We now know why they wanted names and positions of people in Energy and State.


3. Senate schedules 6 simultaneous hearings on cabinet nominees and triple-books those hearings with Trump’s first press conference in months and an ACA budget vote, effectively preventing any concentrated coverage or protest.


4. House GOP expressly forbids the Congressional Budget Office from reporting or tracking ANY costs related to the repeal of the ACA.


5. Trump continues to throw the intelligence community under the bus to protect Putin, despite the growing mountain of evidence that the Russians deliberately interfered in our election.


6. Trump breaks a central campaign promise to make Mexico pay for the wall by asking Congress (in other words, us, the taxpayers) to pay for it.


7. Trump threatens Toyota over a new plant that was never coming to the US nor will take jobs out of the US.


8. House passes the REINS act, giving them veto power over any rules enacted by any federal agency or department–for example, FDA or EPA bans a drug or pesticide, Congress can overrule based on lobbyists not science. Don’t like that endangered species designation, Congress kills it.


  Because from what I have seen within my own social group, most Trump supporters will not have read this far, too offended.  If you did manage to get to this point in my post, what is it about this that you are able to dismiss?  Why are these things ok by you?  


Please, all – Wake up to what is actually happening to our beloved country. I’m not telling you to give up your beliefs – conservative, moderate, go left, go right, go high – but whatever you do, please don’t go low.  Get involved  in ways that are comfortable to you – support causes that you feel strongly about, attending rallies and protests if that’s your thing. Please don’t sit and do nothing.  Decency above all.  It matters.  


– Just… sayin. 





Come. Sit. Stay.

  The porch is officially open here at This Old House…. let me not ever live in a house where there is no porch.  I grew up in an old farmhouse smack in the middle of a Staten Island, New York neighborhood where houses were stacked close together.  Our house was the original, built in the 1800s, before the area became a ‘hood.   On the front of that old house was a porch, where many a rain stormy day was spent watching the drops fall around us,  perhaps catch the neighbors arguing or playing cards or reading on their own front porch, and it offered shade for sipping lemonade or iced tea on hot summer days.

   When we re-built This Old House – we knew what we had to add – a porch. There’s one on the front, facing the road – which we rarely use. The rear porch looks out over our gardens and the hay fields and horses up on the hill. It’s screened in summer to keep out the bugs and glassed in winter to retain some heat. On a cold winter day where the sun shines bright, it warms up enough so that  we can still sit out there with a cup of coffee comfortably and enjoy the view, maybe even read a bit of the book currently occupying the nightstand.

(that’s a jeans rug crafted by Hilary of Crazy as a Loom – so durable, just love it) 

   Today after getting the various “stuff” done that needed doing…. I looked at the beckoning porch and said.. why ever not.  I grabbed my new read – Susan Branch’s Isle of Dreams.. and sat in the reading chair, a light breeze flowing through. I highly recommend giving yourself time in your busy day, time to just relax and let go of whatever might have your knickers in a knot.

   If you’re not familiar with Susan Branch, she is an author and illustrator who resides on my favorite Island, Martha’s Vineyard.  I love her water color illustrations, as well as her writing style.. and oooh, her recipes are divine.  Her real life fairy tale story is one of courage in the face of heartbreak, and resilience.  My current read – Isle of Dreams, is hand written and illustrated by her- an amazing feat, and feast for the eyes and soul.

Below is just a sample of the writing and illustrations in her books… there are three. 

Quotes like this one are sprinkled throughout the books.. you feel the warmth she envelopes around you with her style, her illustrations.. her humor and grace. Kind of like the comfort of sitting on your porch with a cup’a…  watching the world go by… 

Quechee, Vermont and the Simon Pearce Gallery

  We visited Quechee, just up the road from Woodstock Center – located along the Ottauquechee River in the Town of Hartford.  Quechee Gorge is stunning, and forms the southeast edge of the town.  I didn’t get pictures of the gorge, as the snow/ice were too heavy on the edges for safe photography climbing.  The covered bridge  was heavily damaged in Hurricane Irene and had to be rebuilt.  The  Simon Pearce mill also sustained damage and lost it’s entire glass works floor, on the lower lever.  Amazing how that hurricane affected this area of Vermont, hours from the coast.

  A must stop in this area is the Simon Pearce gallery and restaurant –  the food is divine (accent on fresh, local) and we enjoyed watching the glassworks downstairs.  The mill itself is incredible, with a huge waterfall that powers the entire place.  Amazing….

Some history on Quechee… This is long, but it’s worth the read – to see a once thriving community turn into a ghost town, and with thoughtful ressurction, it is thriving once again. ..  (or.. skip to the pictures)

 Quechee was settled in the 1760s when homesteaders were deeded acres for the erection of mills along the Ottauquechee River. The mills became the heartbeat of this community, providing everything from lumber to cider for the settlers. To accommodate growing traffic, a bridge was built over the Ottauquechee River at the current site of the Quechee covered bridge.

During the 1800s, the mills thrived, gaining particular attention for fabric. J.C. Parker and Co. (the property now occupied by Simon Pearce Glass) developed a fabric, “shoddy”, made of new wool and reworked soft rags, thereby gaining a reputation for producing some of the country’s finest white baby flannel. Another woolen mill, Dewey and Company, was establishing its reputation providing fabric for making baseball uniforms for the Boston Red Sox and the New York Yankees. Over 64 buildings sprang up around this company, creating the village of Dewey’s Mills just downstream from Quechee Village.
In the 1950s, due to the shortage of an affordable labor force and the enticement of the South and its labor force, the mills started closing. Quechee lost the economic base that had existed for almost 200 years. The once booming community became a village of abandoned buildings with broken windows, fallen roofs, brush and bramble covered walls, crumbling foundations, a ghost town of what it had once been.
To add to the decline of Quechee Village, in 1962 a project to address flooding in the lower Connecticut River was initiated. As a result of this project, the village of Dewey’s Mills and that mill ceased to exist. In its place, the Army Corps of Engineers built a causeway between Dewey’s Mills Pond and the Ottauquechee River, which has created a walking trail and wonderful wildlife sanctuary.
In the late 1960s, a group of investors arrived in the area looking for that quintessential Vermont land to build a four-season resort community. As this was the first development of its size to come under the jurisdiction of Vermont’s Land Use Act 250 Law, the end result is a resort that is well planned, developed and maintained with great attention to its surrounding, which includes the Ottauquechee River Valley, its hillsides, open meadows and woodland. Known as the Quechee Lakes Corporation, the company purchased all available land for its planned community and amenities. Today, the Quechee Lakes Resort is one of New England’s finest resorts for seasonal and year-round owners.
Quechee Gorge, known as “Vermont’s Little Grand Canyon”, on the Ottauquechee River is one of New England’s most popular natural wonders. Trails from the Quechee Gorge Visitor Center weave throughout the area (Gorge land is owned by the Army Corps of Engineers) and the Quechee Gorge State Park. A true destination site, over 200,000 visitors visit the Vermont Institute of Natural Science nearby, fish and canoe the river, hike the trails in summer and fall, and cross country ski and snowshoe in the winter.

 I took the picture below from the bridge… the power of this waterfall is indescribable….
The Simon Pearce Mill/Gallery/Restaurant is on the right.. the glassworks on the lower level…

We watched a Martini Glass come to be… the teamwork and the speed at which they have to move to work with the fired glass is incredible…  It takes about three years for a team to come together and work really efficiently at this trade.

 We came home with a set of ivory crackle glaze dishes, very sturdy and beautifully made.   Next post.. the rural beauty of this part of Vermont – We’ve explored the state some over the years.. and have to say, it’s our favorite spot.

Well… really!

 We finally got the old well restored, thanks to our restoration guru Jeff and stone wizard Steve.  Jeff did a fantastic job making what is now new look old again.  I love the design.  The old well is still intact underneath and goes about 40 feet into the ground.  Amazing to see the interior… someone did all that stone work in very tight quarters 40 feet below the surface!  ACK!…

 Isn’t she lovely?….

Farmers Market and a Wedding bouquet

 M & M went to a wedding Saturday…

And brought home this beautiful table centerpiece which her grandmother made…. the ceremony was on the shoreline, perfect theme, don’t you think?  Two of my favorite things here.. a ball jar and sea glass.

Yesterday we went with good friends Jeff (our awesome Restoration-This-Old-House guru) and his wife Raven (the Fairy Queen who let me try on her wings)   to the Coventry Regional Farmers Market. If you are fairly local, it’s one of the best around and since dogs are welcome, many attend.. some in their absolute best dress. So consider it a dog show too.

 
 

 
 

 
 

 
 

 
 

It was a good friends, good food, pink poodles kind of day.
 
 
 
 
 


Zero Gravity

  That’s what the sign said….. a “Zero Gravity”  chair…  and it was just $38,  which would lead me to believe it’s probably made out of crap.  However, I sat in it… and.. super comfortable. You sorta feel weightless.. I guess that was the point.  Felt very sturdy, even.  Easy to fold up and take with you! The headrest is easily adjustable too.

  So I got two for me and the Mr.

 

 My son and I sat out here this morning, weightless in our zero gravity chairs…… Perhaps for a little stretch  of time we were also weightless in other ways as we took in the rolling hay fields, the flowering pots, the water flowing in the fountain,  the vegetable plants, the dogs lazing beneath our seats,  admiring how very green and full and filled in the backyard now looks as opposed to  just a few years ago.   We were quiet for a while, and then he said… “you know what I love most about home?  Sitting out here is like being on vacation. “

 

 

That’s what it’s all about. Your outdoor space is another way to -feather your nest- make your home an oasis, and you know I chirp about that often on this blog.  It’s true the size of your budget can determine just how crazy you can or can’t  get with the feathers…   but as I’ve said before, you can create an oasis, a place of rest, on any budget.  Fill your home (and garden!) with things you love.   Perennials can be bought cheap as this season winds down, within a few years they double and fill out.  Invest in a few decent chairs – lounge, folding, whatever your style.. a few nice pots.. (I found some big ceramics at Ocean State Job lot for $12.00) ..fill them with colorful annuals or herbs or whatever appeals to you. No shade?  An umbrella then.  It’s so worth the effort to create those inviting spaces. Life is hectic. Make your space to unwind and let it go,  don’t be too busy to sit for a spell….and  become weightless for just a little.

Women only – no, really. So if you’re a man, just head on over to the next blog. ok?

   
You’re looking anyway, aren’t ya.

I warned you!

OK, ladies… let’s talk about bras for a minute, shall we?  I hate ’em.  And I’m not all that big chested.  I cannot imagine how you women who are well endowed manage that weight and the bras that support you year after year.  In my younger years I envied you, truth be told.  All that attention from the boys on the beach… it wasn’t me they admired with my beanpole figure.. no, it was Lisa or Bonnie standing next to me with their double D’s.     But as I get older I really have no tolerance for an uncomfortable bra and now I’m sort of grateful for my smaller bust size, especially because those serious bras are seriously uncomfortable, even in my size.

 
 
 
Now, A good fit is a must, and so many women get it wrong, apparently.
But even so… I still feel THIS….
 

 Or THIS….
 
 
 
 
 
And while those underwires sure look sexy and
maybe fill out your clothing with better lines…
 
 
 
no matter how “right” the fit,  and pretty the look,
it’s still uncomfortable. For me, anyway.
 
 
 
 

The point of my post today is to shout out to all of you, jubilantly, that I found an incredibly
comfortable no-wire bra at TARGET of all places. The shoulders are comfortable. The midsection is comfortable.   And it does hold your boobs where you want them to sit.  (If you’re still reading, guys, it’s no ones fault but your own).    The thing is… this bra is supposedly a NURSING bra, although I don’t get it. There is no pocket for nursing pads, no extra anything.. just what you see below.  Maybe it’s an easy access thing…

ANYWAY… wow is this a great bra for summer.. easily worn under a sundress or tank top or t-shirt and gives enough support if you’re not super sized to exercise in.  I LOVE IT!

Bought at Target, the company name on the bra is Gilligan & O’Malley.  They come in pairs and in several different colors.

It’s a beautiful thing.

If you’ve got a favorite bra that you think is super comfortable,
feel free to share a link in the comments section below. 

   

Goin to the Dogs

    Heeeeeey, Moooom…..you lied to me.  That’s the grooming truck!.. you said we were going for a walk.  ( -drool commences – not kidding,  see towel?  )

This lady is a great friend of mine.  We met through Dog Days Adoption Events.  She was the volunteer I went searching around with in the neighborhood where  Frasier was dumped by his original adopter.   A fearless and tireless defender of animals and volunteer for shelter dogs, she’s on her way out west this weekend to care for dogs and horses at an animal sanctuary…  

Lillian has a mobile dog grooming business and you couldn’t ask for a kinder approach. She has mega patience with neurotic Frasier, who seems to believe the clippers want to pull his toenails out.  If you live in the shoreline area and like the idea of a mobile dog groomer for your dogs grooming needs, her rates are very reasonable and the service is so convenient.  She can be reached at 203-481-3994.

 
 

The Easter Egg tree to beat….

WOW.. just absolutely beautiful.   “Volker Kraft hung 10,000 colored eggs in his apple tree this week in Saalfeld, Germany.”

His story….

SAALFELD, Germany — You thought Easter eggs don’t grow on trees?
Check out Volker Kraft’s garden in eastern Germany, and think again.

Kraft’s apple sapling sported just 18 eggs when he first decorated it
for Easter in 1965. The number increased year by year; and by last
year, the sturdy tree was festooned with 9,800 eggs, artfully decorated
with everything from sequins to sea shells.

This time, Kraft has reached 10,000 – and he says he’s stopping there.

“There will be no increase because I do not have storage capacity
anymore,” the 76-year-old retiree says. “I would have to sleep with the
eggs otherwise.”

Kraft’s tree in the town of Saalfeld has become a tourist attraction,
drawing thousands of people every year. Decorating trees with colored
eggs at Easter is a tradition in Germany – though usually on a smaller
scale.

Kraft started with plastic eggs decades ago, but later switched to
real eggs and enlisted his family’s help in blowing out the insides of
the eggs and painting them.

“You can now see here what develops after 47 years, when the tree
grows, the wife blows the eggs and the children start painting,” he
says.