Saturday, 25 May 2019

Homey things . . .

I like an old tea kettle
Sort of singing on the stove;
Petunias in a window-box,
Cerise and pink and mauve;
An old Dog dozing on the step,
One eye half opend like;
A little boy a-riding by
On an old red bike.   


I like to hear the birds at dawn
Chirpin' for all they're worth,
Digging for worms and bits of green
In the fresh morning earth;
The breakfast fires being lit,
Their smoke ascending high,
Spirals of hope that daily rise
Into the morning sky.   


I like a clothesine by a lawn
Where little panties blow,
Where kids with sturdy arms and legs,
Sleep and eat and grow;
The little homes of common folk,
Carpenters, clerks, and such,
The patient workers of the world
Who matter oh so much.  

A little house with four square walls
A bird-house painted red,
A father going off to work,
To earn the daily bread;
The mother faithful to her task,
A cobbled walk and gate  . . . 
These are the things, which, added up,
Make common living great. 
~Edna Jaques, Homey Things, Back Door Neighbors  

Oh I dare say I was probably born fifty years too late . . . our world is too noisy and too busy and too filled with the love of things that don't really matter.  I don't think my grandparents would not recognise the world we live in now at all and would be totally aghast at all they would see. 

Oh, some things are better of course . . .  I think we have made great in-roads as far as equality to a degree, civil rights, etc. there is still much room for improvement, but things are not as bad as they used to be in that respect. My heart does sometimes long for simpler times however  . . . uncluttered and unfettered by the tat of modern day living.  

With the advent of new technologies our world has become a much, much smaller place.  Sometimes I am grateful for that, especially when it means that I can reach out to family and friends almost instantaneously . . . but it is quite difficult these days to stick your head in the sand and be blissfully unaware of all that is wrong with the world, and with people . . . its all so very in your face all the time.  Innocence has been lost to a very large degree . . .  and I often mourn its dispossesion . . . 


There is oftimes a longing in my heart for simpler times and simpler pleasures . . .  do you feel it too?

A thought to carry with you  . . .

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The glory of gardening,
hands in the dirt, head in the sun,
heart with nature.
To future a garden is to feed
not just on the body, 
but on the soul. 
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Peanut Butter Everything Cookies 

In the English Kitchen today  . . .  Everything Peanut Butter Cookies . . .  incrdibly moreish to say the least.

Have a beautiful weekend. It is a long weekend here with the Monday being a Bank Holiday.  Todd says it used to be called Whitsun  . . .  but I think now it is just called the Spring Bank Holiday.  I know it is Memorial Day in the US.  In any case, I hope your weekend sparkles and shines.  Don't forget! 

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And I do too! 


  1. My Daddy used to say - this is not my world anymore. He said his Dad used to say it to him and he now understood what he was saying. I now understand what my Daddy was saying - his is not my world anymore.

  2. Oh my gosh Marie uncanny again..that stitching sampler? I stitched it years ago and it's the cover of my big book of watercolors.It was an Artitst Loft's big big book on each page I have glued's almost fulll.It just surprised me so much Marie♥

    1. How lovely Monique! I would love to see it. What a treasure for sure! xoxo

  3. Oh yes, me too Marie...I feel born in the wrong time too. But on the other hand, if those of us who remember better times were not here, who would be here to tell our children of that anyway? I do not feel women are treated better today. Even though there is more openness about things...the respect women were given in public especially, is just gone. Sad really. Not quite what we wanted in equality I think. Ah well...this world never will be perfect...YET!! That time yet least we have that hope!!
    Elizabeth xoxo

    1. You are right in many respects Elizabeth. I think too, that many women are disrespectful to themselves and to others. In some ways you reap what you sow, but there will always be men who abuse their positions and who prey on the vulnerable. Not right at all. We live in hope! xoxo

  4. My grandparents, as well! While I feel so blessed by modern medical technologies (and the web!), I would have LOVED being an adult in the kinder, gentler 50's.
    Love that pix of the clothespin; it evokes so many memories.

  5. The poetic words were very poignant. I feel just like you, I would love to go back to the simpler and gentle times. I miss the 50's and 60's. Life is more complex and busier in ways that aren't as needful in my opinion. I feel children aren't out enjoying their present lives more. Oh, I could write a lot of thoughts on this one.
    That being said, there is a lot of joyful moments and other precious times going on around us if we pause to notice.
    Sending happy thoughts and hugs your way!

    1. We have to take our joyful moments where we find them LeAnn! One needs only to be a bit more observant as you say! Love and hugs to you always. xoxo


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