Receiving this fabulous print brings to mind a recent, most amazing event that I will surely never forget. Last Saturday, mid-morning, as I was preparing some strawberry pancakes, Hubby and I witnessed a very precious sight. Looking out our kitchen window, I noticed that a deer was lying down in the tall grass in the small patch of woods that separates our house from our neighbors. It’s not at all unusual to see deer in our yard or woods, but something about this deer struck me as odd. Looking a bit more closely and then breaking out the binocs, I realized that there was the tiniest baby deer covered in white spots standing next to the deer lying down. Soon after, I noticed a second baby deer with them too! We watched them quietly, sticking our heads out the back screen door, careful not to alarm the mama deer and her babies. It was clear to me that these deer were very newly born, but just how new I wasn’t sure.
After much “oohing” and “ahhing” over the sight of watching the mama deer care for her fawns, occasionally licking them clean or nursing them, watching the mama lay back down, and the babies gently touching noses with their new mama’s nose, I felt like I was almost intruding on such a precious, sweet moment. The fawns were so tiny and were walking about a bit on unsteady legs, but never going more than a few feet from their very tired, resting mama.
A little bit later, I called our next-door neighbors to see if they were witnessing this same amazing sight. I discovered from Mrs. Neighbor that she had indeed witnessed even the moment of birth just a few hours earlier. I asked her if this was a common occurrence, being that this is our first Spring in our new home here, and she said this was a first for her. Normally deer go deeper into the woods to give birth and perhaps it is not a good sign that they are getting too comfortable around humans. But on this perfectly warm mid-morning, as the sun was brightly shining, the sky was blue, the birds were singing, and new green leaves dressed the trees and filtered rays of sunlight into our woods on this precious new family, for just a little while, all seemed at peace and right in the world.
{The deer are in there somewhere, do you see?}
This print also strike a chord with me as well perhaps because well…I love trees, sun, flowers, green grass, forests, rivers, rocks, shells, lakes, beaches, creatures great & small, etc, etc…so I guess that might make me a “tree hugger”…I guess…there…I said it…I’m a tree hugger. But who doesn’t love those things or at least most of those things? They are a part of our world, the foundation for where we live. I’m certainly not the often stereotyped “Birkenstock-wearing, granola-eating” kind of tree hugger. Well, I guess I do like granola. I’m actually quite addicted to Target’s Archer Farms brand of French Vanilla Almond Granola right now and I nearly freak out when they are so very often out of it at my Target…it seems many others have caught on to this addiction too.
But that’s beside the point. I’m not sure what the exact definition of a “tree hugger” is, but perhaps I’ve been one my whole life. Some people often think of a “tree hugger” as being a bad thing…a far out, wacky sort of nut-job kind of person who only cares about the earth. But why does caring for the earth, appreciating creation & nature, have to be in conflict with the notion of caring for humans and other such important values? Why does it have to be one or the other? Why can’t it be both and all things? Why shouldn’t we want to recycle or not litter or do other common sense things that won’t hurt our environment, in addition to caring about people too?
So there you go…now you know some of my “tree hugger-ish” thoughts & frustrations. I’m a basically normal person (I think!) who enjoys great food, breaking the bank at Anthropologie, and other such materialistic pursuits…but I also love a good hike through the woods, and my heart hurts just a bit when I see the so-called “progress” of clearing acres of land of big, tall beautiful trees to make room for more town homes or such. I know people need homes too! So okay, I’m in conflict about this, just a little. I’m going to go stare at my new, peaceful, forest-filled “Belle & Boo” print now! Ta ta!
If you are in the area, this shop is worth taking a peak at. It’s so fun to peruse the different rooms and even the little outdoor shed, and be inspired there. And such sweet gals work there too!
When I first spied this cabinet in my in-laws basement, I immediately seized upon the cabinet, recognizing it’s inherent value and the obvious potential it held for organizing some of my various art & craft supplies. These supplies are so often oddly-shaped, small, or flat (such as paper and envelopes) and it can be hard to figure out the best way to organize them all. Truly I love to organize almost anything, so chancing upon this piece of furniture with all those lovely little cubbyholes and slotted compartments was a dream come true.
The old, painted hinges required a new set to be purchased and offered me another opportunity to add a touch of style to it. It was a small obstacle in figuring out how to best attach them, since the old hinges used a different method for how they were attached…not to mention the problem of the mismatched hinge sizes, where some required 2 screws and some had 3. We decided to start from scratch with the hinges so Hubby filled in the wood that had been cut out for the old hinges using a sort of "in-lay" method to insert new little chunks of wood and lots of wood putty…then more sanding and more painting to make this area seamless. Finally, the new hinges could be placed on without the frustration of trying to match up to the location of the old hinges.
I’ve often wondered who made this little cabinet? What did they use it for? I’ve always been quite curious as to its origins. So, I thought, these pieces of paper may hold some bit of historical information. I’ve imagined taking this cabinet on Antiques Roadshow and having them tell me a great story of it's history, and then of course, chiding me for re-painting it thereby diminishing its value…although I can hardly believe that mustard-y yellow paint was original to it in the first place.
Hubby and I went walking through the woods yesterday evening. My head was down to the ground looking at moss and mushrooms. His eyes looked up to the sky, spotting the migrating warblers. I kept saying "look down at this pretty moss"…and then he’d say "look up at this yellow warbler." Good thing we compliment each other so well in order to draw our sight both up and down to see the wonders of all creation.
Lest you be feeling sorry for my own mother at this point, rest assured she is kept well-stocked with these handy, durable dishcloths by my aunt…my knitting teacher and the sharer of this dishcloth pattern. I’ve only made 5 in my entire knitting lifespan (which has only been about 2 years or so now) and the first one I made is too precious for me to use…yet. My knitting has slowly expanded to include other things like a little pouch for my tiny digital camera, a hat, and several scarves. I’m not the fastest knitter yet so I’m quite sentimental about each item I make. I’ve come across people selling similar-looking knitted dishcloths on Etsy and I’m amazed at what they are selling them for since they take a near eternity for me to produce just one…well, I’m exaggerating a wee bit, I guess, and I have in truth become slightly quicker over time.
I first tried this particular sugar cookie recipe last winter at Christmas-time when I saw it in a magazine, but I think it’s a delightful cookie any time of the year. The recipe is available online