Saturday, September 19, 2015

A classic, a secret, a gate and dusty bluebells...

Art. Poetry. Life.

Sometimes random things just happen and you want to share. I have been sitting here this past hour with a grin from here to there...loving the whimsy and nostalgia of English artist, Gary Bunt. I came across him by chance and thought I would share the smile.  Do you ever curl up with a classic, with your favourite pet snuggled in close? Have you ever stood in wonder at the mighty sunflower? Do you have a place where you go...where you just stop and wait? A secret place? Have you walked amidst the dusty bluebells or something just as breathtaking? If it sounds like you or someone you know, read on...

'A Classic'
by Gary Bunt
Portland Gallery, London

The sound of the sea
My dog next to me
There's nothing more that I need
Life seems complete
With the weight of my feet
And a Penguin classic to read
~ Gary Bunt~

'The Secret Garden'
by Gary Bunt
Portland Gallery, London

I would like to share this secret
But I really cannot say
Because I promised that I wouldn't
A secret this must stay
~Gary Bunt~

'The Gate'
by Gary Bunt
Portland Gallery, London

There's a place where we go
There's a wall and a Gate
Sometimes we stop there
We just stop there and wait
~Gary Bunt~

'The Dusty Bluebells'
by Gary Bunt
Portland Gallery, London

In and out of the dusty bluebells
Takes me back to school
In my shorts and plimsolls
Prancing around the hall
Then we had to pat the dog
When the farmer had chosen his wife
Such a wonderful childhood
Such a wonderful life
~ Gary Bunt~

My Dusty Bluebell

Wishing you a wonderful weekend!

Jeanne xx

 More from Gary Bunt  here.

Monday, September 14, 2015

The Girlfriend Factor...

I can't tell you how excited I was when a brown paper package 
appeared in my mailbox at Tahilla Farm.

I had been counting the days for it's arrival.

I tore it open, headed straight to our half constructed porch,
pulled up a chair in between the bzzzz, clang and boom 
of the chaos around me
and let myself get lost in the pages of Sharon Santoni's
 first book...

Saturday, September 05, 2015

Are we there yet?

?..are we there yet..?
Construction countdown....

Ever been on a long journey with someone asking "are we there yet?" every five minutes? Does it drive you crazy too? If it does, you will appreciate why I needed to take a blogging break these past few weeks...for I would have surely driven you as crazy as I did a few others. Tahilla Farm is in construction countdown and I have been beside a decision making frenzy.

Friday, July 31, 2015

Listen to your life….

Life… the holy and hidden heart of it in the mountains of New Hampshire.

If I were called upon 
to state
in a few words
the essence of everything
I was trying to say
it would be something 
like this:

Monday, July 27, 2015

Through The Looking-Glass…40 years later

Jeanne Marie
Favorite Saying:
Friendship is a horizon which expands as you approach it.
To discover the life of the mind, pursue wisdom,
and to take a place in the world.

Yes, my friends, that is me, a turtleneck kind of girl, sporting a classic high school yearbook pose in 1975. Have you looked at your teenage self recently? Earlier in the month, I took the plunge and went to my first ever high school reunion. Looking at my high school yearbook was the first step in my backwards journey.

Tuesday, June 30, 2015

The Summer Rental and my Airbnb BFF

Mrs. H gets an idea…which leads to a summer rental and her Airbnb BFF.

Last summer I had an epiphany after a very large ailing maple tree was cut down at Tahilla Farm. The epiphany went along the lines of tweaking the architects plans to take in a wider view of the landscape. My idea was a long shot but it worked. Unfortunately, I was a bit short on the math in regards to timing. I packed up the house, sent the contents into storage thinking that we would return to Tahilla in May/June 2015. I was delusional and off by five months with a more realistic date given to me of October 2015.

Wednesday, June 24, 2015

Feels like home….

Construction anxiety….
It has been exactly one week since I returned to Tahilla Farm by way of a birthday celebration in San Francisco and our home, Chateau Mango, in Vietnam. I admitted to anyone who would listen that I was nervous about going back. Call it a case of construction anxiety but I could not help but wonder if I would drive up to Tahilla Farm...and fall flat on my face wondering what we had done. 

Tuesday, June 16, 2015

By way of San Francisco…

Along the way to Lombard Street...
On the road again…
I am on the road to Tahilla by way of San Francisco. We stopped into SF for a family reunion to celebrate my mother-in-law's 85th birthday.  I have written about her over the years, when she was 80 with The Intrepid Traveller and 82 with The Travelling Sisterhood. She is an amazing woman and an inspiration at 85…I have every confidence that she will still be travelling the world at 90. There is no stopping that woman once she sets her mind to something. I love that about her.

Wednesday, June 03, 2015

KITCHEN TALK..yours and mine

Well that was fun! I just finished reading your comments to The Apron post, thank you all so much! It seems I am not the only with a case of apron love.  You said...some aprons were sewn with threads of love, some pockets are used for wine corks and candy wrappers (like me). The bib seemed to be the preferred apron style. A chef coat was mentioned which is a fabulous idea. Some prefer the pinafore and others are just happy with the splatter.  I always find it fascinating to read your thoughts...they are so much like mine. I love that!

Tuesday, May 26, 2015

THE APRON..your thoughts?

I would love your advice.....
Grand Apron
by Bowl and Pitcher
I am an apron wearer from way back and akin it to the love for a security blanket. If you are the sort of person who likes to sit on a couch with a pillow close at will appreciate the feeling...there is something comforting about that pillow. I feel the same way about aprons. They are my go to for every activity...I can always think of an excuse to wear one. Cooking, laundry, painting, gardening, cleaning..even writing on my blog.

Wednesday, May 20, 2015

Stepping Out…Stepping In…Smile.

Stepping up..Oudong Mountain, Cambodia

 Ever feel like you need to step out before you can step in?

You know that feeling when you get itchy feet, the mind can't quite settle and you need to 'step out', whether it be in body or mind. The remedy is often straightforward… it might be a heavy day of weed whacking in your garden, cycling along your favourite roads, kayaking to that special place that makes you hum as you glide along, having a time out at a cafe, museum wandering or sitting on a bench, watching the world go by. Wherever you go, physically or mentally…it can make all the difference.

Monday, May 11, 2015

Hip Hop Happening Mama and a Paleo Priest

Hip Hop Happening Mama
A few years ago, I wrote a post about my friend Z.....and our quest to become Hip Hop Happening Mama's. We were approaching 50 and we had a plan. We aimed to be Hip Hop Happening Mama's forever more. Complaining about age was not allowed, one had to get on with it. We had guidelines..


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