5 New Wreaths – Actually 6!

I’m heading off on Friday to my hometown, Easton, MD, as I mentioned in my last post and I am super excited! (Please go here to get all the scoop!)

I’ve been working 8 days a week (at least it feels that way!) making new things to take with me.

So, without further ado, here are the 5 spanking new wreaths I’m taking with me:

Dazzling Deer

Dazzling Deer

Velvet Angel

Velvet Angel

Christmas Candy

Christmas Candy

Under the Tree

Under the Tree

Santa's Dancing Bells

Santa’s Dancing Bells

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I promised you a 6th wreath, too, and here it is.  This one was made especially for Beekman 1802.  It features their limited edition heirloom ornament, Mrs. Goat.

Mrs Goat's Wreath

Mrs Goat’s Wreath

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Mrs Goat Limited Edition Heirloom Ornament (made in Poland, marked #1750 of 1802)

I’ll be back soon with more news but until then maybe I’ll see you this weekend in Easton!

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Happy New Year From Home

DSC_0084 - Version 2This is home.

The place where I grew up.  It is on the beautiful Eastern Shore of Maryland.  My parents’ house is to the right, out of the picture.  I took this picture late in the afternoon as  I ventured out for a chilly New Year’s Day walk in the woods.  You are looking across our little creek down the Tred Avon River.

I grew up on a farm surrounded by the woods, water, and fields.  Pretty perfect if you ask me. My grandparents’ house is on the point which is on the upper left side of the picture.  It is named “Auburn.”   My grandfather named it for the color of my grandmother’s hair.  I always thought that was lovely.  He bought the place in 1920; the original house dates back in part to the 18th century.  It was built in 3 stages, the last one being in the late 19th century. It was practically falling down at the time he purchased it but he renovated and restored it.  My sister lives there now.

My Dad was born at Auburn and when he was a little boy, he would camp out on the point of land opposite from his parents’ house.  When he married my mother, they built their house, “Pintail Point,” right there.  It’s surrounded on three sides by water.

BHT ice skating 1958 - Version 2This is my father ice skating on the creek in 1958.  Mom knitted his sweater.

I’ve had a lovely ten days at home spending time with my mom who, if you have been following this blog for a while, you know will be 92 later this month.  After the intensity of the fall, it has been so nice to just chill.

I thought I would share some of what I saw on my walk.

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Reflections of a beautiful wintry sky and bare trees in the water.

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Dreamy marsh grass in its winter color – or lack thereof.

DSC_0086 - Version 2Dead leaves and sticks, and patterns in the sand at water’s edge.DSC_0094 - Version 2A water-beaten tree stump and footprints made by my companion, Emma P. Buttercup.DSC_0085 - Version 2

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Out of the woods and heading out the road toward the sun.  There’s Emma on the right in the shadows.

DSC_0098 - Version 2Canada geese winging it toward the water.

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And more of them, hundreds of them taking flight.

DSC_0053 - Version 2A peek up at the sky through the trees as we walk down the lane.

DSC_0106 - Version 2My Dad built this bench for the garden years ago.  At a certain point, he moved it midway down the lane so he could rest for a moment.  He used to walk out to the county road to get the paper every day; it’s about a half mile perhaps.  I still walk it every day when I am home, too.

My father died in June 2011.  He was the greatest guy in the world.  Every time I pass his bench, I say hi.  I believe his spirit is often there.  DSC_0110 - antique fadeBeautiful winter light in the woods.

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Sun going down.

I came back to Richmond yesterday afternoon.  It is always so hard to leave.

Perhaps you can now understand why that is so.

IMG_1175 - Version 2A blanket of snow to see me off.

Happy New Year, everyone!  May 2014 bring you many joys. And a place to call home.

Happy Birthday, America!

IMG_0077Having had the great good fortune to be born and raised on the beautiful Eastern Shore of Maryland, I am a small-town girl and proud of it.  Right now I am home for my annual 4th of July/birthday visit.  Today, a lifelong friend and I took my 91 year-old Mom out to lunch and made a little detour to see what the gentleman who lives down the road a spell has assembled for his annual July 4th tableau.  Isn’t it just nuttily wonderful?  It literally stops traffic on busy St. Michaels Road.  I hopped out of the car to take a quick phone pic.

Is this a great country we live in or what?

Last week, I was driving on the expressway in Richmond and a huge billboard was inviting me (and you) to a “4th of July Machine Gun Shoot.”  Machine gun shoot???????? Seriously???

I love the fact that we have the liberty to celebrate the birth of our nation however we choose but this is not for me.

So, give me your small-town fireman’s carnival, the family picnic with my cousins from near and far, the bunting and the sparklers.  The fireworks and the fireflies.  And the gentleman down the road with a goofy looking Uncle Sam in a stars and stripes race car.

Happy Birthday, USA!