Sunday, August 21, 2016

For the Love of Tansy.....

I was never a huge lover of yellow flowers.

Perhaps it was because they conjured less-than-fond memories of pulling golden rod and yellow rocket from the fields as a child....a chore I dreaded almost as much as picking stones.
And then, of course, there is the ubiquitous dandelion.

But then I met tansy....and I was smitten.


If its name weren't endearing enough, its camphoric aroma and rich history and lore will lure even the most unsuspecting into its circle of admirers.


Tansy has been used to treat intestinal worms, rheumatism, digestive problems, fevers, sores, and to "bring out" measles. 


It also has astringent qualities and, therefore, makes a refreshing face wash that lightens and purifies the skin.

 

Tansy is perhaps best known for its natural repellent tendencies.  In years gone by, it was packed into coffins and wrapped in funeral winding sheets to....well...you know....  Oftentimes tansy was woven into wreaths to place on deceased loved ones.


{NOTE:  COMMON tansy (to which I am referring) should NOT be confused with tansy RAGWORT.... Although very similar both in flowers and foliage to common tansy, tansy ragwort is POISONOUS.... It is generally unpalatable to livestock, but often cannot be avoided if it is mixed with hay, silage or lush pasture grasses.  It is especially toxic to cattle and horses, causing a chronic liver disease that is irreversible.  While I am not an expert, the best way I know of distinguishing between the two is that common tansy (the good stuff) has round button flowers like above, whereas tansy ragwort's flowers have spiky petals as in the photo below.}


So, long story short, that lil' yellow flower has stolen my heart....and come tansy season, you will find it fresh filling jars and tins and pitchers at my house, drying on racks and rods in every cool, dark, space I can find, and, yes, blooming happily in my yard.


Friday, August 12, 2016

Better Late Than Never??

I had the best intentions of posting these back in June...
Even July would have been acceptable...
And now it is August.

I don't know what happened.
Truth be told, I don't know what has happened to the past several years.
I think it may have been a touch of stage fright....
Or just wondering how to pick up where I left off when so much has intervened.
Things that cannot be summed up in a single blog post...

And although someone very wise once said it is usually to start at the beginning, I'm not sure where "the beginning" is even anymore.  So I will just start...and try to fill in gaps and pieces as I go.

I have not decorated for the holidays the past several years like I normally do...
Mostly because 2 years ago, all my things were packed in a storage unit awaiting an extensive remodel project (fondly referred to as "WWR"...i.e., "When We Remodeled.")  Last year, the remodel was fairly complete, but, alas...I was...and am still struggling with the boxes left in its (and the major flooding we experienced in the process) wake.

So...long story short...I finally managed to make it through the boxes that held my Americana decor, and surprised myself by actually putting some things out.

(Top of my jail cupboard)

And, what goes up at my house, doesn't easily come down....


Actually, I start putting up the Americana in May in honor of Memorial Day...and then leave it up until Labor Day...which I consider a very Americana kind of holiday....

(In my laundry room....)









So there you have it....
A start....
Better late than never.

(PS...I've missed you all terribly!)

Sunday, March 27, 2016

Thursday, March 24, 2016

The Legend of the Pussywillow



According to an old legend, a mother cat was crying at the bank of a river in which her kittens were drowning.

The willows at the river's edge longed to help her, so they swept their long graceful branches into the waters to rescue the tiny kittens who had fallen into the river while chasing butterflies.

The kittens gripped on tightly to their branches and were safely brought to shore.  Each springtime since, goes the legend, the willow branches sprout tiny fur-like buds at their tips where the kittens once clung.....  

*****

Here in Nod, our pussywillows are just that...legend...as they lie beneath a blanket of white....  Old Man Winter seems fond of our frozen landscapes, and isn't quite yet ready to make his departure.  He "gifted" us 13" of that white stuff yesterday/last night....  

(View from my kitchen window)

But this afternoon, the sun peeked through, and spring's hope was renewed....

Hope it's spring where you are......

Monday, February 22, 2016

Once In A Full Snow Moon.....

It's a full snow moon tonight....


They come around more often than full blue moons....
And almost as often as blog posts from me; but hey, I've almost posted as much so far this year as I did all of last year, so anything is possible.

The truth be told, there just hasn't been much exciting going on in Nod.  I know that hasn't stopped me before (because, really, I can't remember the last time something exciting did happen in Nod), but I'm getting winter weary.  

And that almost always spells trouble.....because "winter weary" is a close cousin to boredom, and when I get bored, I either eat or shop too much.

Case in point:  The following list of damages that I incurred at the antique show a few weekends ago.  (Take note because this is as close to a confession as you're likely to get....) 

Sweet little German candy containers....They will be in good company with the rest of my herd....

A hinged French butter mold (oh, and a few cookie cutters):

How could I possibly leave this heart mold behind?

You better not be counting the number of chairs that come home with me....

 And everyone knows I have a shoe fetish....

This red and while quilt stole my heart:

This Swedish bible belonged to the dealer's great grandfather. I never understand how people can part with their familial treasures... What I would give to have my great grandfather's bible....

No, I don't collect mammies, but I couldn't leave her behind...and she looks ever so sweet in my laundry room....

Other than that, not much is news.... Tomorrow I will be going with Little Crow to find a new wizard....  Three surgeries down and he still has a very wayward knee...and tremendous pain.  Your positive thoughts and prayers, if you are so inclined, would be most appreciated....


Enjoy your snow moon.....

Sunday, February 14, 2016

~Remember Me When This You See~

Things have been a bit hectic here, but please know I remember you all and keep you well in my heart....

Happy Valentine's Day....



Sweet Remembrance Heart from the talented Julie of Primitive Heartstrings







~Remember Me~

Sunday, February 7, 2016

Cranky Crow Meets Dicky Bird...and the Tale of Two Jacky/Jackies......

As most of you know, Nod is a forsaken place.

Especially in winter....

January and February are, for the most part, loathed as they are snow-filled, dreary, months offering little more to look forward to than a splash of red and an excuse to binge on chocolate mid-February.

But this February held some surprises....

 Like the opportunity to meet a fellow blogger, Jacky, from
Dicky Bird's Nest.  Lovely Jacky is known for organizing several farm and flea markets in the rural areas surrounding Nod...including some of her wonderful "Pop-up Vintage Sales."  Surprise No. 2?  Yesterday's wonderful "For the Love of Vintage" Pop-up Sale.....


Several vendors offered a wonderful variety of fun treasures.

Great signs by Karen from PLAIN FARM FOLK:

The "J Pearce Tailor" sign above, and the "Philbert & Co." one below came home with me.....


As did this little rocker:

Some great old bowls:

Some Easter fun:

Some sweet hearts....

And even a treasure for Daddy Crow....

Well, one thing led to another...and one Jacky led to another...

See, Jacky No. 1 (creator of the Vintage Pop-up Sale), also has a booth in JACKIE'S ANTIQUE MALL ON BROWN, which just happened to be just kitty corner from Jacky No. 1's Pop-up sale.  (Are you confused yet?) So on to Jackie No. 2's it was.  And, of course, a few more treasures followed me home....

This Swedish blue trunk was one of them.....
 (How could I possibly say no?)

And this HUGE pretzel tin.....
(I have a blue thing going on lately)

Oh...and a few pieces of good old wood....


I wasn't the only one being followed home though.... This gorgeous pie safe followed my friend home.  It has beautiful punched tin sides.....

February, you just might not be so bad after all.  ;o)