Monday, November 30, 2009


I've often pondered the evolution of the gate...

Perhaps early in history gates were as much a part of keeping evil out as protecting those within.

As gentler times emerged they became a place to pass through, to find the secrets held within, enter a garden or a welcome to one's home...

So open the gates of December and let its wonderment and celebrations begin...

" Every year at just this time,
In cold and dark December,
Families around the world
All gather to remember,
With presents and with parties,
With feasting and with fun,
Customs and traditions
for people old and young."

Helen H. Moore

* Painting by Trisha Romance

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

A Whiter Shade of Pale

So many of the beautiful blogs I visit celebrate the colour of white...

I thought perhaps I could share a few of the things I treasure in a whiter shade of pale...

May you enjoy the special days of celebration that lie ahead this week.

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

LaLa Land

Some animals adapt so readily to their environment...

But nothing amuses me more than a cat's ability to find a place to snuggle and drift off to LaLa Land...

Cats Sleep Anywhere

" Cats sleep anywhere, any table, any chair.
Top of piano, window-ledge, in the middle, on the edge.
Open drawer, empty shoe, anybody's lap will do.
Fitted in a cardboard box, in the cupboard with your frocks.
Anywhere! They don't care! "
Cats sleep anywhere.

Eleanor Farjeon (1881-1965)

Saturday, November 7, 2009


Hand-dyed variegated silk ribbon

There are many colours that occur both naturally and manufactured...

I would have to admit that I have a fondness for the infinite shades of teal.

Ranging from the deepest tones of a peacock feather to the subtle bluish green of a robin's egg... I find it revealing its partiality throughout the home.

Fat quarter fabric pieces for an upcoming quilting project.

Sunday, November 1, 2009

'Tis November

The flowers have all faded from the window box as it sits barren awaiting the dressing of the evergreens...

November is upon us... sharing her shorter daylight hours, frost across the fields and the promise of Holidays where we shall gather with family and friends once again...

View from the churchyard of St. Nicholas High Bradfield, Yorkshire, England my ancestral home.

" So dull and dark are the November days,
The lazy mist high up the evening curled,
And now the morn quite hides in smoke and haze;
The place we occupy seems all the world."

- John Clare