The first hard frost....

Not so long ago....

Just a few of the many...

Autumn is here, the air is cold, the days are short, the coyotes are back. We have a large pack in the forest behind our house, we can hear them howling, like wolves, in the darkness. The chickens are all locked up, tight.

Tonight we are expecting our first hard frost of the season...

Old jars from my neighbor...

Chocolate.... from 1911.

Hinx Jinx

The old witch stinks

The fat begins to fry.

There's nobody home

But Jumpin' Joan

And mother and father and I.

Message in a bottle

I wonder who dipped their pen into this ink well?

It is from the 19th century.  Can you image the stories?

So beautiful, yet so simple.

The treasures we find....

Just a little glimmer...

I have been out and about lately.  I went to one of my haunts in the capital and found this sweet little pattern in my favorite sewing booth.  The pattern is from 1919 and so sweet.  I am going to be brave and try my hand at making one, though I am not 16...

Here are some goodies I got on my journey.  Some old, some new to me.  I got everything for very little.  The pattern was four, the sewing accoutrements and the little Godey print in the back, three each.  The snaps are Victorian and black, the wooden tube of needles is from 1923.  A total of eleven dollars and I have a plate over flowing with joy.  

Oh, and the plate, one dollar.

Thanks Giving

A sweet little Thanksgiving postcard from days gone by.  

The back of the card reads: 

"From your school-mate and cousin.  Margaret.  For-get-me-not."  

addressed to,

Miss Jena Zimmer

Humbolt, South Dakota

On Naming A House

When I a householder became

I had to give my house a name.

I thought I'd call it "Poplar Trees,"

Or "Widdershins" or "Velvet Bees,"

Or "Just Beneath a Star."

I thought of "House Where Plumbings Freeze,"

Or "As You Like it," "If Your Please,"

Or "Nicotine" or "Bread and Cheese,"

"Full Moon" or "Doors Ajar."

But still I sought some subtle charm,

Some rune to guard my roof from harm

And keep the devil far;

I thought of this, and I was saved!

I had my letter-heads engraved

 The House Where Brown Eyes Are. 

1917

There are wonderful Brown Eyes here, in my little house, deeply loved and cherished...

Autumn Colors

The chestnut trees turned yellow,

The oak like sherry browned,

The fir, the stubborn fellow,

Stayed green the whole year round.

But O the bonny maple

How richly he does shine!

He glows against the sunset

Like ruddy old port wine.

This little, red book of poems is very sweet too.  There are so many poems about life with mummy and daddy.  He reminds me of the poet and author A.A. Milne...  

Have a blessed week, happy days and may you weave many memories of love and joy throughout this holiday season....