Tuesday, December 1, 2020

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Tuesday, November 10, 2020

~ My Roots~

 

Sometimes as we get older, we often think back to the times in our
lives when we were young and carefree and the world stretched
out ahead of us...I never knew just how lucky 
I was back then  ~ until those sweet  memories have started  flooding back.

I was born and raised in a little sleepy town in Virginia.  My parents
first home was in "town"...a small little place where everyone
knew everyone else and gossip was the common theme. I
can remember tagging along with mama as she would visit her friends
and family to find out all of the latest news...I would patiently entertain
myself while they talked and I would listen to their conversations too...I became a very 
reserved  & thoughtful child.
As a first born ( with no playmates), I spent more time with grown-ups than with
kids my own age...I really enjoyed listening to tales from my great- grandaddy and grandmother as they spoke of a different time and place and of
relatives from long ago ~ relatives that I would never meet... Listening and learning
has helped to create a love of history in my life...
The past has always been intriguing and the
area that I grew up in was full of history
from the Revolutionary War to the Civil War~ 
I loved it all!
I have always been an old soul... from the beginning.

Our little town is at the foot of the Blue Ridge Parkway and so was our little house. 
 My daddy loved music and guitars. He came from a poor family and never
had one until he married my mama...He was able to save up enough money to buy one then.
He had a good ear for music
and  he taught himself to play just by listening to songs on the radio. By
the time I came along, he had gotten pretty good at picking and
singing...It was always a comfort throughout  my young years
to hear him pull out his guitar and sing Johnny Cash
and  Merle Haggard songs.

 One day a friend of  daddy's  came down from the mountain to
see him...He saw a Flatt and Scruggs album on our kitchen
table and offered to trade a little Shetland pony that he had
for the album. I think I might have had something to do with that even though
I didn't know what was going on...The deal was made and I had my first
pony at 4 years old. She was a little Palomino and her name  was Sugar . We kept her in the 
backyard  with our dogs ...I can remember my parents saddling her up and  leading me 
around until I became comfortable riding her. She was mean, as all ponies are...She would bite me and try to
buck me off and a couple of times she succeeded! Sugar was the beginning of
my love for horses...they hold a special place in my heart and in my history.
I always had a horse from that point on and riding was always a joy...
I guess I inherited the horse gene from my mama...she loved to ride too!

~Thank you for reading this far ~ 

~T~


Tuesday, October 20, 2020

~Oakey - Dokey~

 

Inspiration is a muse ... Sometimes it sparks an idea that grows
like a flame searching for oxygen and sometimes a little spark happens and then just disappears 
 ~ sidetracked forever. Inspiration  is elusive.
 It is not lofty  but rather humbling to be inspired
because it is often the littlest of things that inspire the biggest ideas
~ As  the humble little acorn grows into a mighty oak tree.
*******
 Turkey Oak trees have been growing around my house since before I have lived
here and that's 14 years and counting but  I never paid much attention to them...
Then I started researching the trees surrounding us...We have several oaks, hickory's
and gum trees. All are nice old antique  trees that you can't just go to a store and buy. Turkey oak is 
the most intriguing to me  ... Maybe it's  because I am a bird watcher/lover  and  the name caught my attention?
 I think they probably acquired  their name because some botanist somewhere picked a leaf  up and
said it looked like a turkey track and it stuck  ~ They
do look like turkey tracks!

This year I picked up a turkey oak  leaf and looked closely at it...
It  was haphazardly shaped and  not perfect at all ~ but that's the 
beauty of nature...It doesn't need to be perfect to be beautiful.
I designed this turkey rug to look early american and  earthy and it's  full of warm autumnal colors for the season ...Life is more fun when there are no rules
and you just  create as you go along... Welcome those  little imperfections!

 I think "Turkey Oak" is my favorite design thus far... It just goes to show that a simple leaf in your life can be powerful!
I guess the moral of this story is don't strive to be perfect ...just 
go with it!

~T~

You can find this rug on my website... The link is on the sidebar!!!




Thursday, October 8, 2020

~ Autumn Years~

 

Seasons are always moving along...We are born in Spring and those
years are filled with finding  out  who we are and how
people see us and treat us ... Next,  we mature into young adults and we
learn how to think for ourselves and attract people to us who think 
like we do... and when  they like us...  they unknowingly  help us journey into the next phase...Our
Summer  years are spent  finding a mate, having a kid or two, getting a mortgage and 
paying bills... btw, this intense phase goes by in a blur ...Before you know it,
the kids are all grown and the joy of having them around turns into the joy
of having them come by for a visit  or holiday.

When  we reach our Autumn years we feel free to do and think
what we want because we have lived a full  life strewn with highs and lows.
Good and bad feelings have happened to us and left their imprint inside our hearts and souls.
We have lost our youth, family and friends to the constant  flow
of time and we have seen and done all we need to do to
be happy and strong in body and  spirit ...This is  the time when we focus on what
makes us the most  happy  ~ and we know how to obtain what we want!  It is 
also  when memories of the good times that we had 
growing up and the events and people  that shaped our life return ...Things that
were taken for granted as we were evolving and were just  shelved internally 
 while we enjoyed the present. 
Memories of my childhood now  flow through my mind...Memories of the
happier days in life... days when there were  no bills to pay...home was filled
with warmth and  joy and family was always gathered around...Freedom was free
and life was lived in a minute...

I thought it would be nice to write some memoirs here ~ or the closest I will come to them~
from time to time. I have always been a very private person...I never wear
my heart on my sleeve or show my hand...but  I am finding comfort in
life remembered as it used to be and in recollecting the seasons that got me to this point. 
The world has changed  but  I have always loved Autumn the best!
Stay tuned...

~T~


Monday, September 14, 2020

~Tea for me~

  I am usually at
my worst when I reach for hot tea...Normally, I head straight for the iced version! 
Unfortunately,  I  have been suffering through
ragweed allergies  for the last two weeks ...A strange something that never affected me before as I used to strictly be a Spring allergy girl! 

*******
These days my attitude  may be a little  down & out  because of all of the Day Quil I have
ingested or maybe from  the numerous boxes of tissues I have used while feeling sluggishly unmotivated.
 However,  I always look forward to a nice, warm cup of
tea in the morning ~ with honey and lemon. My spirits are
lifted and my head congestion lessens for awhile...it
is an indescribable little joy. If you are feeling sick, or  just sick of allergies, and need some
comforting,  reach for a warm cup of tea...You will feel much better...I guarantee it!

Tea~ I love ya!