Hard to believe that celebrations of Christmas here will be in just two weeks.
I thought I would show what my decorations consisted of this year. It is so funny because our development has about 10 homes in the area cul-de-sac and at night it is pitch dark, except...
for my decorated front yard. Here tis!
And to all Merry Christmas from Our House to Yours.
More time on my hands. I had a lot of empty bottles of wine, (yes is the answer to your question)The empty bottles gone (recycled). I saved all the corks and decided to make this Christmas Tree.
It was a special effort on my part to give my oldest daughter, hoping she likes it.
I want you all to know that I did not finish off this much wine, almost though. These were over the last couple of years of saving the corks. On second thought, yes, we did empty a few. :) You can certainly tell our favorite blend.
Now all you crafters out there just remember that trees are not perfect and just think where these corks originated from . . . . .A tree!
As this season of Fall and Winter starts to present itself in glorious colors here in the mountains, the view changes. I can now see through the trees that at summer and spring are bursting with green and screening my view of the mountains.
Yesterday, here in Tennessee it was a wonderfully warmer day. I mean it was 60 degrees on my back deck. I took advantage of it by sitting in my lounger chair, hat on to block the sun from my eyes when I noticed the mountains in the distance, through the now bare trees. We are surrounded by the Foothills of the Smokies.
Many months during Spring and Summer the trees, I sit on my deck for morning coffee or evening wine and it is very nice but my view of the mountains blocked. So, my favorite season is Fall and Winter. It is such a surprise sometimes as you are traveling these mountain roads to look to the right or left and see homes, barns, animals in fields that were obscure before but now are visible. A nice surprise! Happy Thanksgiving!
I just had knee surgery two days ago, nothing really dramatic, just some junk floating around my knee making occasional problems that needed to be taken care of. I am just beginning to put some weight on that left leg of mine and have been doing a lot of nothing physical since then until now and the first thing to do is, walk to my desktop computer, even though I do have an IPAD. My DH knows how much I love my IPAD by it does make me lazy as I sit in the most comfortable chair to use it. I really need to move around so here I am sitting at a semi-comfortable desk chair to bring you some of my photos around this area I have taken this Fall season randomly.
While visiting friends in North Carolina I spotted this "bottle tree", not a bottle brush tree, but literally a bottle tree. Unique in itself but DH preferred I not think about doing one of these as an artistic challenge in our yard.
The next one, similar to last year, the Quiet Side of the Smokies. Each year Townsend, Tennessee has been decorating like this for the Fall Season, it is right in front of some buildings that house......Fried Pies, Quilting, Artwork of the Smokies, Gift store (really nice things in there) and a small café for lunch. (opps! and restrooms).
Our library in Maryville, Tn. has a very nice, large selection of anything to do with books. Each month they put some artwork in their lobby from creative people in the area. This one is from an artist that does a lot of sculpturing in license plates. This was for September 11th as he did a display of the Twin Towers.
If you have seen my blog with Santa in a truck last December, here he is with another for Harvest Time. Surely he is doing one this week for Halloween. I did, notice my garden statue ready for Halloween night. She has pumpkins in her hands too.
So happy to have the skies changing along with all of Mother Nature, the trees, the sounds of hay being cut. Being brought up in the city until I was 24, this season of Fall was not like that. Mainly, there were pumpkins on porches for Halloween and Walnut trees dropping their fruit and sometimes a large oak tree here and there lining city streets. Don't get me wrong, I loved growing up in the City.
Now, as an elder I enjoy the cool, not cold, weather of Fall. Around me the mountains are turning from greens and browns to reds, oranges, golden yellows and yes, browns. I can see more of what is behind those trees now driving down a country road. Old barns and run down buildings unattended appear through trees that were in another season solid green.
I love hearing from others in letters or on their blogs of their childhood, growing up in the country.
My life was of simple chores like waking up and making my bed. I am amazed at what country children did especially in the 1930's, having to work in fields, helping Mom because Dad had to work in the city after his farming duties, to make a few more dollars.
My husband was a country boy and did just those things. The only "farming" I ever did was to help my Dad with a Victory Garden during the war and to me it was fun, fun, fun.
I am reading a book by another Diane Yates called Clella. It is a story about country people and the depression. Mainly about the authoress's mothers life. So interesting, I could hardly put the book down. I grew up during some of those years and it amazes me how they survive. Me, I was spoiled.
There is a lot to be said about each, country living verses city life. In the South I feel more homey things are taught, or at least were. Things like quilting, wood working, baking bread. No, I don't mean like Abraham Lincoln reading by candlelight.
I, being a City girl grew up with houses one after another, no acreage. A church on every corner which was the place to go for activities. All kinds of grocery stores, department stores and buses to take you there. New York City was just a train ride of 20 minutes and there the Museums drew my attention. The pace was faster, still is.
I am not putting down an type of division here. Now, due to highways, accesses, people are moving and there is a mixture of both country and city people living throughout our nation. A true Melting Pot. I love being in the country now, laid back and enjoying the seasons as they change. My own mixture of the city girl and the country girl. Isn't there a song? "I'm a little bit country, a little bit Rock and Roll". Well, at my age not too much of the "Rock and Roll".
Now this is just My Opinion.
I want to share this with you as it was quite a lovely surprise for me to receive on my 78th birthday.
Mail was delivered in a Priorty Package from a young man I have know for many, many years.
I couldn't imagine why he would suddenly send me something and on my birthday too.
When I opened the package a piece of wood, a small plank fell out first and then a smaller box.
I couldn't understand what this was for, then I read the card.
Inside the smaller box were these four pendants made out of wood. Lovely, to say the least as the smell of the wood brought back a memory of cedar to me.
The card stated that the pendants were cut from a cedar tree that was planted by my father in my home in 1973. He stated that when the tree was cut down, after this young man bought our house to make renovations, a neighbor asked for the wood as he was a interested in wood making. Of course, he got the tree (wood), and must have let it sit a lot of years to dry it out. After designing and making them, he gave them to that young man who sent them to me.
Forty years have passed since the planting of that tree. I would think about my father planting it many times during those years. I have lived in several different homes since then, always wishing my Dad would plant a tree for me. He passed away in 1979.
Getting these pendants brought back many memories of my Dad, the home, even of this young man growing up with my children. It was such a joy to get this gift and on my birthday.