Sunday, March 12, 2017

Photo by John Sloane
Verse by Joan Walsh Anglund

Twinings, my absolute favorite brand of tea , has just come out with a new flavor, Buttermint. It tastes like those buttermint candies your grandma had in her candy dish but without the sugar and calories! Delicious. I also like Pure Peppermint( my favorite) , Lemon & Ginger, Orange & Cinnamon Spice, and Lady Grey Tea by Twinings. I can drink these all without milk and never sugar.
Harney& Sons has some great flavors too. Passion Plum is my favorite of theirs.
Do you like tea? What are your favorite brands and /or flavors? Milk, sugar or neither?


Sunday, January 29, 2017



Mending Wall

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Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun;
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
The work of hunters is another thing:
I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one stone on a stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard them made,
But at spring mending-time we find them there.
I let my neighbour know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go.
To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
"Stay where you are until our backs are turned!"
We wear our fingers rough with handling them.
Oh, just another kind of out-door game,
One on a side. It comes to little more:
There where it is we do not need the wall:
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, "Good fences make good neighbours."
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
"Why do they make good neighbours? Isn't it
Where there are cows? But here there are no cows.
Before I built a wall I'd ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offence.
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That wants it down." I could say "Elves" to him,
But it's not elves exactly, and I'd rather
He said it for himself. I see him there
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me,
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father's saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, "Good fences make good neighbours."

Monday, January 9, 2017

Trying To Appreciate Winter

January 9, 2017

Good Morning!

I'm no snowbird by any means . I've never been to Florida and quite frankly have no desire to go. I live in the Northeast where we have some brutal winters. I am trying to stay positive and not complain about the weather this year but instead find the  beauty in winter. I came across this lovely touching quote by Ruth Stout. Some of you may remember she wrote books and articles on gardening.




"There is a privacy about it which no other season gives you ..... In spring, summer and fall people sort of have an open season on each other; only in the winter, in the country, can you have longer, quiet stretches when you can savor belonging to yourself." 
- Ruth Stout


If you live in a cold winter region, what do you do to appreciate winter? I'd love to hear your thoughts and ideas! I wrote a post farther back in my blog titled Making The Most Of Winter. If you have a chance to go back and read it I think you may enjoy it.

Have a wonderful day everyone.

Cindy~

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

The Loss Of Our Beloved Muffin

It's been a week since the Beach household lost our beloved  kitty, Muffin of over 16 years. And the heartache has not faded nor do I think it will anytime soon.
Muffin was originally a birthday present for my daughter's 5th birthday .She was born in a barn to a local farmer and the day we went to look at her we instantly knew she was the kitty for us. Her first night here I awoke in the middle of the night to her chewing on my ear. I said Muffin, what is the matter? Do you miss your mama? I snuggled her in and petted under her chin and within a few minutes she was sound asleep and snoring. She was loved beyond measure and loved to hunt , play and although not a big snuggler like our male cat , Crackers, she loved to be near us. She pretty much followed us around everywhere. I fondly remember her under the computer desk or under my feet when I sewed. I even had an old robe I threw under the sewing machine spot that became hers. She loved Christmas and would sleep in the fiberfill "snow" under the tree where I placed my ceramic village. 
Like most cats I am sure , she grew into a routine. After dinner as we sat in the living room she would join us , hop on the back of the couch and lie there near our heads. All of a sudden you would feel a gentle tap tap on your head and it was her asking for a little petting. After the years passed she acquired an arthritic leg , loss of her hearing , the onset of what the doctor thought was diabetes and it was hard for her to groom herself. We tended to her a bit more because of all this, brushing her more, helping her up onto the bed at night and in her latest months because of her deafness I accompanied  her when I let her outside. 
The weekend before last, we arrived home after spending time near our daughter's college and I knew something was not right. I brought her up from the cellar where she sometimes liked to go in her later years and she couldn't walk without flopping over. She hadn't eaten much since we had been gone the two days . She instantly clawed the cellar door and wanted to go back down. That night she couldn't even make it to her litter box . 
One of the hardest things I have ever had to do was pick her up the next morning and place her in the carrier to bring her to the vet's. I knew in my heart this was her time. I walked her around the house one last time and she cried all the way down  even though I talked to her . She fought the sedative trying to get off the table and although I was distraught I looked into her eyes and told her we all loved her and that she would soon be pain free. She all of a sudden looked at me and sighed a deep long sigh. Within a few seconds of the second shot she was gone. She just looked like she was peacefully sleeping in her carrier. We buried her in a lovely spot on our property that I can see from our dining room window and kitchen door under some oaks and next to an old stone wall with a view of the field she romped in as a youngster catching mice . She is next to our beloved Crackers . I hung a small wind chime in one of the smaller oaks and the tinkling yet still sad is therapeutic.  That night I lit my electric candles in the windows facing her grave site so she knew we were there if she needed us.They are still lit. I visit her grave and sit on  the grass and talk to her . It's hard. 16 plus years is a long time to have a shadow and not miss her. She was an integral member of our family. She is gone now to a pain free place but will forever be in our hearts. RIP dear Muffin. We love you.