Simple Easter Decor

Easter decor around the cottage is minimal. In the quest to simplify, the knick knacks have gone.

These little chenille bunnies ~ too cute to let go ~ will greet visitors on the front porch.

My pair of large white china rabbits sit on the dining room table and will be joined by a pot of Easter lilies in the next day or so.

My sweet mother bunny and babies sit on the hearth.

Blessings to you all at Easter.

Household Chores

Last Sunday afternoon the memories flooded back as I stood at the ironing board smoothing DH's shirts and trousers for a business trip to California early Monday.

As a child, I always helped my mother with the ironing......and there was plenty of it! No automatic washers and dryers then. Clothes came in from the outdoor line, often stiff as boards on cold, Winter days, but soft and sweet smelling in the Springtime. Because my mother worked full time outside the home six days a week, Sunday was far from a day of rest. We cleaned house, cooked the ubiquitous English Sunday dinner, consisting of a 'roast and three vegs.' along with those British specialties such as Yorkshire Pudding for beef, or fresh mint sauce for lamb....................and of course desserts such as trifle, steamed treacle sponge or gooseberry fool! And we ironed for what sometimes seemed like hours on Sunday afternoons.

I find enjoyment in ironing once I get in the mood to unfold the board and plug in the lightweight modern iron with steam and spray. Nowadays, the French scented linen water in a pretty bottle, for me lavender or verbena, makes this chore a pleasant one. As the iron slides across the clothes I take the time to reminisce about those long ago Sunday afternoons. Once the stacks of fresh clothes and folded linens were done, the kettle was boiled and the tea things set out ~ time to relax and realize the pleasure of a job well done.

These days I iron in the kitchen looking into the back garden and enjoying the sights and sounds of Nature. Out there I see more chores ahead now Spring is here. The gazebo needs re-staining, the beds still have leaves to be cleared, the veggie patches need digging over and refreshed so we can plant on our return from England in early May.

Household and garden chores are never done. Ironing gives one time to plan. Do you enjoy ironing? Where do you iron? Do you have a view making this chore a pleasant one?

Growing Family

Introducing our new family member................Razzy the Yorkie. Held lovingly in the hands of her owner, granddaughter Jasmin. This little silky dog's future will, I'm sure, be full of fun and love.

Jasmin has wanted a puppy for some time and her wish was granted recently. DH and I are not really 'dog people', however, when this little bundle of energy comes to visit, have to admit life in the garden becomes active! We get lots of exercise keeping up with Razzy...... and plenty of puppy love licks.

Looking Homeward

This is my current stance, looking east wishing to see the ocean across which I'll soon fly.......................home.

These images were taken in the Autumn of 2007 on a lovely day in Lyme Regis, Dorset, just along the coast from my home in Devon.

If you have grown up by the water it's hard to spend months where it's far from your daily view. In the United Kingdom nowhere is really far from the sea. Living on a small island means you are either on the coast or just a short distance from it. The sound of the waves and the smell of the salt air never leave you and you crave them when far away.

Life on the coast is different, often revolving around the turning of the tides and kindness of the weather. Livings are made from the sea. They say riding the waves and casting nets is in the blood, passed down from father to son.

A fresh crab sandwich is already making my mouth water. Leaning on the old rail around the harbour, watching small fishing boats unload the daily catch costs nothing, makes one thankful.

Walking a pebbled shore, the beach huts still boarded up before the season opens, Spring and Autumn often the loveliest times of year on the coast.

Home can mean an awful lot and one often appreciates it more as the years go by. It may have been a simple life and a silent place compared to now but, oh, how wonderful it was!

Do you have a special memory of your childhood home? Did you grow up along a coastline? Are you far from the ocean now.......and missing it?

Winner of REBECCA

.................and the winner of my copy of REBECCA is California blog friend ...........................Sara at Much Ado About Something.
Please e-mail me your address Sara and I'll post it off to you next week. Hope you enjoy this novel...........it's a page turner with a difference!

I was interested in hearing that several of you have seen the movie - you lucky ducks! I've been trying to locate a copy and today found both the original American made Hitchcock movie (not available on Netflix) and the British TV version, so have ordered both. This was the only Hitchcock movie to win an Oscar for Best Picture. Released in 1940, it also won numerous other awards. Great reviews praise the acting of the stars, Sir Laurence Olivier, Joan Fontaine and Dame Judith Anderson.
I want to see this movie so badly!!!!

While ordering the DVD's I also treated myself to another of Daphne du Maurier's novels, JAMAICA INN. Also set in Cornwall, I will take this paperback along on my upcoming trip home.

Note: Yes, to those of you who asked.......Daphne du Maurier's scary short story, THE BIRDS, is the Alfred Hitchcock movie of the same name.

Darling Buds...........

Looking skyward just a week ago I could see our small Dogwood had started to open its dainty buds which appear before the leaves. One of the early blossom trees here in the South, they cover the landscape.

Today, after some recent rain, the Dogwood petals are visible.

Another dainty flower is opening, the Akebia vine which clambers up the potting shed.

Comparing photos from the past two Springs, I'm noticing that the garden is getting a slow start this year.

Notre Dame du Cros Part II

The interior of this rather plain looking church was a beautiful surprise. Because Caunes-Minervois is the home of the famous red marble quarry which I've mentioned before, the interior walls, altars and columns of Notre Dame du Cros are mostly cut from this stone.

From the exterior one would never expect to enter and find flying buttresses overhead, exquisite paintings behind the altar, and stone carvings looking down from lofty columns.

A simple but lovely banner against the old stone walls.

A handwritten prayer was left on a table ~ my poor French only allows me to translate enough to say it appears to be related to Easter, which is quite timely.

This was a special place. I would like to return to attend a service to see the local villagers filing in..........perhaps for a wedding, or a Christmas service when this building would definitely be warm and glowing in the candlelight.