Layin' an EGG!

Well, I just got informed by Bertrum's Mum, that Bertrum is not a boy chicken he is a well, a girl chicken....the means by where she found out was that Bertrum or Miss Bertie as she is now called...."LAYED AN EGG"!!!!

Now with all the crowing each morning it was a sure bet that the girls was a boys, but, no matter they took it all with great aplumb and hard boiled the mini eggs to their delight!!

We no sooner know what we know and then we are proven wrong...oh well, such is life on the farm.

Jolly Good Time....

We all had a jolly good time dashing here and there today...we picked up several kinds of lace and muslin from the local Dry Goods and a potion at the Apothecary for a nasty head cold!
Roasted a chicken for our evening repast and darned 3 pair of stockings for church tomorrow...a Mums duties are never at a end!
I have earnestly pursued the day with great enthusiasm and now it is time to relight the evening fire in the hearth and settle down with a grand book and a cup of tea.
Please catch up with me on our walk from the Vicar's Hall tomorrow to the Miss Brown's. See you at that time!

Rambling

It seems as though it has been ages since I have written anything in my blog...I guess just the puttering around the house, getting spring gardening taken care of it about all I can do these days.

The spring weather is giving away to warm days and cools evenings. All of the Ring Neck Doves are enjoying the new seed laid out for them today.

I had taken a brisk 1 1/2 hour walk through the Campus, did a nice Starbucks and finished up having a lovely breakfast with an old friend. Now it is just my daily routine today!

From the Frayed Edges...

...of the lace curtains that lay on the table, I see a story of lives once lived. A complete story of a small village family dwelling in a small cottage. Just smell the edge of the lace and let your mind fill with images of young children flipping back their trim to view the carriage ambling down the lane or being pulled over the tops of their head in play, imagining being the beautiful bride in an elaborate Royal Wedding, what carefree days does the frail weave attest too!

Amidst the crowded memories, just what did these dainty, delicate curtians witness?

Well, I will tell you...being the youngest child of 6 youngsters in this cottage they saw much. A smoke filled room from the wood cooking fireplace - small, neatly formed meat pies awaiting the evening meal...cakes, cookies, pies, puddings all had their day once upon the past.

Lively discourse with neighbors and friends sharing tales about the newest family to arrive in the village or the latest fashion...the best selling tea at the general store, or hard candy being the only thing on the childrens' minds!

Or the day that we had the Vicar and his family over for Sunday dining....what fun we had running up and down the staircase to our small room and peering out the lace, through the dirt smudged windows.

Such memories will always be etched upon the lace that sits upon my table.

Gray, foggy morning...

As the clock ticks rhythmically forward, I gaze out among the trees and brush through my tiny cottage's window. The dreary, still din has enveloped my tiny village, hopefully, for only the day.

Fog swirls around the tree trunks as if it was imagining its form and texture. Leaves and sticks rise upward in a sudden gust and fall reluctantly back to the ground. My eyes are immediately adverted to the movement on the branches and find a flock of sparrows gaily dancing on the limbs gathering clear, water droplets that have formed during the night.

As I drop the lace curtain back into place, satisfying myself with the thought that is much too cold to venture out, I turn my attention back to the cooking hearth where a fine cut of lamb is yeilding itself to the licks of the flame...what a meal we should have!

Bread has been baked and sitting warm on the wooden table waiting for the first cut with my very large, but, trustworthy knife. I think all in all the afternoon meal will be quite delicious!

A few of my friends will gather here shortly, I've always enjoyed entertaining, in my modest way, and hope that they will feel welcomed.

....more to follow

Ah, Sunday Morning!

What a deliciously mellow morning!

Attended church this morning and was really introspective and tried to apply what was spoken to how I perceived it.....communion was meaningful and friends abound.

Visited with my Mentor in her 1st grade Sunday School class and her helper Pam, who is a sweetheart. Saw a spoke with many friends and made a few new ones.

Strolled with a friend over to Starbuck's to enjoy a warm, sunny spot in the barnes and noble outdoor "mall"...talked with a few strangers and was very happy. We spent a few hours catching up and laughing over silly conversation....

...all in all the morning shaped up to be very fine.

The Birdie's Ball

The village people were a flutter with the Birdie's Ball starting sharp as the 6th hour chimed, carriages, chair carts, guest on foot, fly's were all converging on the Manse at the fashionable address...the Dowager Countess Hixana Crow, who always wore black taffeta in the keeping of her station, stood prominately in the center of the hall letting everyone admire her attire!

The room was filled with bright, tall ivory candles glowing from the candlelabras suspended from the enormous, wood-planked ceilings. Excitement in the air was palpable and the low rumbling din could not be contained.

Lord Oswald Owl and Lady Owl greeted the crowd emerging through the iron gate and into the hall. Robin dearest and Quixana Quail grabbed each others hands in unbelief as they entered the grand hall. "May I take your wrap Madame's" the footman inquired. "Yes you may, trilled the giddy girls"!

The musicians were tuning up their instruments for the first dance......

Jot n' Tittle: Trying So Hard...

Jot n' Tittle: Trying So Hard...

Trying So Hard...

I've been trying so hard to write a trenchant piece about our outdoor friends prancing in the garden, but to no avail! My "word factory" has been let go and I am left without a single thought to save my soul!

Our chunky Ring Necked dove just pounded the soft green pavement out by the backyard feeding station and he ambled up to the dish like an old pro...where is his mate?

All the sparrows feel safe when this big lumox is around and they sit side by side in the tray. One little sparrow got so excited he decided to take a dip in the bird bath until the dove decided to refresh himself and stood in the bath to take a long, deep draft!

All in view from the comforts of my own parlor settee! What joy......