Collections, Critters, and All That!

The chipmunks, a lively pair I might add, live in this flower box all year long. It is cozy for them in cold weather. When flowers are planted they are more than offended and dig it up, overnight, every day! A daily chore is to put the soil back and tamp it down, only to be disrupted again. Thus the life of living in the woods, with all the critters!

Currently thinning collections here, I was reminded of this set of Stahl German pottery. These are my only pieces, a neighborhood deli had hundreds of pieces, he used them to decorate the store. It has since changed owners and he moved so I am not sure what happened to his collection.  This group is carefully wrapped up and safely stashed in storage right now. In a post  HERE, Karianne of Thistlewood Farms blog, presents her most recent yard sale find. A blue and white, likely same era, condiment set, is so darn cute and its enough to make me re-think the purge!

 

This passion for pottery started long ago, my focus has changed a bit but I really appreciate the artistry and skill required to create items from so many areas of the world and their design styles that harken to specific decoration region to region. Now, back to the critter stories......


Up here, right below those trees is a wide path, a super-highway of sorts for the animals. If they didn't have this they would march right across my patio. Occasionally, they do, that's a story for another day!

In the past 24 hours we have seen our bunny nests empty with the cutest little babies hopping all around the back yard. The turkey moms are strutting their stuff up on what we call "The Turkey Walk" a high carved out path across the entire back yard about 6 feet wide. The little ones march behind, in a row, often with another Mom at the end of the column for protection. All the critters use it to go from one area of our woods into the neighbors lawns and gardens. We noticed some unusual deer traffic up there as well, we also saw our first baby of the season. She was only a day or so in age, still very wobbly on her long legs. Suddenly they were running one direction and then quickly turning around and running back toward the cover of our woods. About 30 minutes later we took Lola out for her evening walk and lo and behold, that baby, trembling and crying, was hidden between our wall and husbands tractor. Poor little thing, we brought Lola in quickly and waited for the Mom to retrieve her baby. We had other evidence that the Mom, terrified, tucked her in there for safety, then went over to the barn to watch. (I'll spare you the details of all that) She did retrieve her, not sure exactly when but we know that one cannot touch the babies, they must be left alone to do what nature and instinct have taught them. I did get one photo on my iphone and will post it when I can get the transfer mechanism to work.   

One more excuse for the collecting gene, I was exposed to tea parties at a very young age. In this photo I am about 4 years old.

My first Birthday Tea Party!I am the one bottom left, blue velvet with fur trim, hair no longer black and curly, still pale and freckly. Those little cookies, little tea cups, and the process left a mark. My excuse, and I'm not backing down!

  • Next week will be a collection of re-runs. I have been sorting through some older posts just laden with photo's of beautiful quilts made by the Ladies of the Cloth. So many outstanding quilters. They will be a re-share. They deserve one more viewing.
  • It is very hot here, subtropical actually. Care must be taken.
  • Getting subcontractors to keep their appointments and to show up has not improved much since last summer. It is so frustrating, my patio project is waiting, patiently. How does one efficiently run a business like this??? Husband keeps expanding the project, now he wants a nice "little" in ground pool for Lola. I presented him with the options, prices still pending. Trust me, he will reconsider that one!
  • Today my baby is 50 years old. Where did the time go? I am blessed to have such a wonderful son, and now he is next door. What more could a mother want? Have a great day!   


Comments

Elizabeth said…
I understand the passion of collecting china. I started a collection of Blue Ridge china in my early twenties with a plate from my grandmother. Fifty years and many, many pieces later I realize what many people in my age group know - my kids don’t want my stuff!
On the critter front, chipmunks have been digging up plants in my pots daily. On Sunday I sprinkled red pepper flakes on the soil. It seems to work so far.
Have a lovely weekend.
celkalee said…
Such a beautiful collection I am sure. I think our memories attached to these pieces make them more special. I know they do for me!