"Gather ye rose-buds while ye may." Robert Herrick

"Gather ye rose-buds while ye may." Robert Herrick

Hello Friends!

Friends, Romans, countrymen...y'all. Foodies, gardeners, artists and collectors - let's gather together to share and possibly learn a thing or two in the mix.

Donna Baker

Sunday, May 1, 2016

Theory Of Donnativity

Morning has broken.  I am become philosophic.  Problem is, I can't remember, which is funny - kind of.  Since the short term memory is the first to go, I don't know why I can scarcely remember the long ago Theory Of Donnativity.  That's what my kids deemed it.

It had something to do with all of our interconnectedness - like a web.  About how change is good: the unknown being fresh and new as opposed to the known, which is stale and old.  Stasis.

Now I know some of you cling to what is known (or as I used to tell my children, that it would be a boring world if we were all alike).  My own husband simply cannot deal with change; cleaves to the past with all his being.  I, on the other hand, eschew the past, only want to see what's to come as I move forward in life.  I don't know why I am like that.  I associate it with my curiosity, but that is just my take.  Whatever....

So, I took this picture on the patio one morning.  The remembrance of that theory came up (or I should say the inability to remember it).  None of it really matters anyway.  So, I looked up some quotes about spiderwebs.  Seems like many of the great writers were interested in spiderwebs too.  Virginia Woolf.  Henry James.  Who'd a thunk?  Here were a few of my favorites.

Man did not weave the web of life.
He is merely a strand in it.
Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself.

Chief Seattle

"'Why did you do all this for me?' he asked. 'I don't deserve it.  I've never done anything for you.'
'You have been my friend', replied Charlotte.  'That in itself is a tremendous thing.'"

Charlotte's Web

"O what a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive".

Sir Walter Scott

"Poetry is a fresh morning spider-web
telling a story of moonlit hours 
of weaving and waiting during a night."

Carl Sandburg

Hope this first day of May is a splendid one for you.

Friday, April 29, 2016

Bed Saga

I told you I never learn.  After the bed of my dreams was shipped back, I have gone without one.  Until I saw this one at Soft Surroundings.  The 'Burgundy' headboard would solve the mattress and box springs problem and was a better deal.  Or, so I thought.  I've been a long time customer of SS and love them.  

So, I ordered and waited for the second shipping company to deal with.  They brought it, but would not bring it in the house, unlike the full set up by Anthropologie.  This weighed 111 lbs and the box was HUGE.  My husband and I dragged it in the house.  I moved everything and took down the pictures etc. and pulled the bed away from the wall.  Put it all back in place and left for awhile.

Upon return, the entire house reeked with the most horrendous petroleum, chemical smell.  I was worried there might have even been pesticide emitting toxic fumes.  WTF?  For the next four days I had to leave my outside bedroom door open, even at night.  My sister came to visit and narrowed it down to the stain on the decoration on the headboard.

Throughout the next several days, I was on the phone and computer with the Customer Care and Quality Assurance people.  Was this made in China, I asked (no, Indonesia).  They had never heard of such a thing. I tried and tried to explain to several different reps about this; that I was worried about the toxicity to me and my weenies who sleep with me.  Something that strong and chemical smelling must not be healthy.  I kid you not: I have never smelled anything this strong.  I could smell it in other rooms.

One guy said he'd credit me $30. back to my account.  No!  Another said $175. No!  I finally said to send another bed (that does't stink) and take this one back when they deliver the new one.  The next day, a lady from CC called and said she'd credit back more.  Because of all the hassle, I agreed - that and during all this my husband held a t-bar while his friend hammered it in the ground.  Yes he did - smashed his finger with a sledge hammer.  Bones were sticking out and pulverized and he won't be able to do much for a long while, but that's another story. 

 I am going to use a matte varnish to paint over the stained part to hopefully cover the smell, which has lessened, but is still there.  Especially since my head is next to it when sleeping.  

Anyway...  This princess needs to stick peas up her nose when she goes to bed.

Tuesday, April 26, 2016

City Doings

I've been at the city house.  Planting and pulling weeds.  Many flowers blooming.  

The goslings are growing.  Seven remain and their parents are diligent.  They even chased Emmy, the weenie, but Sister, brave weenie, chased them back into the water.  Many different water fowl are trying to find nesting places in our backyard, but weenies keeping after them.  I fear several might start laying when we leave.  Anyway...

There are many large clumps of iris; both bearded and these single ones.  I have never seen these or planted this kind before.  The greenery is much more plentiful and they are covered in blooms.  Peonies, roses, freesia, iris and geraniums - too many to name, are bursting forth.  It is gorgeous.

After losing her eggs to varmints, the little mallard had a clutch of 12 babies hatch.  She is rearing them alone and not as diligent as the geese with her offspring.  Seven remain.  

Besides gardening and tending to my booth, Nonna has been tending to her grand babies.  Penny Lane is drawing on the patio with chalk and very proud of  it.

Bella and Ollie stayed the night and are washing all the dirt off in Nonna's bath.  Bubbles everywhere.  They loved it.

But, here comes trouble.  Dangerous series of weather events setting up this evening for a large tornado outbreak and baseball sized hail.  My flowers will be decimated.  My truck and husband's car can't both fit in the garage (don't ask), so as his car is smaller and newer,  it will go in the garage.  

Schools have closed in the event of a large tornado supercell. They don't want everyone out driving which is dangerous when the traffic backs up (aka sitting ducks).  All conditions are ripe for a bad day.  I have seen some storm chaser trucks with radar, etc. out driving or parked, waiting to go.  I just hope it happens before dark if it is coming.  Keeping fingers crossed for everyone and every thing in its path.  I have never known anyone whose house has been hit by a tornado, but have known those with damage to their roof from hail.

Sunday, April 17, 2016

I'm Turning Japanese

As the song says...  I love oriental pottery.  Japanese, Korean and Chinese are personal favs with such a long, rich history.  How did they come up with the glazes and techniques so long ago?  

Anyway.  It's your head tilted not my picture.  I was rummaging through boxes of old pottery that I have not previously sold and has been packed away so long, I forgot it was there.  I came across this large vase with markings on the bottom, the only one I could make out was Nippon.  The Nippon (Japan's name) mark was used from 1891 - 1921.

I love this vase and have decided to keep it.  Fuji is a favorite of mine and the landscape goes around the entire vase.  The other vases are old and marked cheaply - some English, Spanish and I don't know what.  Pottery is kind of like jewelry and silver; there are just too many marks to look up.  I hope they sell as they are all very old and in good condition.

Tuesday, April 12, 2016

Not For All The Tea In...

Kansas?  I was going through boxes looking for stuff to sell and came across this basket.

Seems that the Green Tea that has been all the rage for the past few years was also popular at the turn of the century.  The label says extra fancy green tea, produced and packaged in Japan for the H. D. Lee Mercantile Co.

It holds about 8 ounces and has 35 cents written in pencil on it.  Can't believe the basket, grosgrain ribbon and label plus the tea for 35 cents which must have been a lot in its day.

All the way from Japan, up the mighty Mississippi River to Kansas.  Who knew?

Monday, April 11, 2016

Trouble In Paradise


As tax day draws nigh, those of us whom support the masses, get our tax forms - books really as there are more than 6500 tax codes - ready to send our hard earned money to an unfair and gluttonous, tax wasting government that is in free fall if you've been following the upcoming election spectacle.

No wonder the nuts have come out.  People are sick and tired of the waste and supporting all those whom would rather live off the handouts than work.  Generations have been spawned that live off the taxpayers/government.

And, here is something for thought.  Your entire working career, your check is taxed, insurance withdrawn, social security deducted, etc.  There usually isn't enough left of that check to live on so more and more people work more than one job to make ends meet.

Naive that we were, we didn't know that once you start getting your social security check that you've payed toward your entire working life,  the government taxes it again and deducts their cut and it is the same with Medicare.  They tax it and take a cut of it and in our state, they are going to cut benefits even more.  By 25%.  Most doctors won't be able to accept Medicare anymore and they are talking about hospitals and nursing homes closing.  Child services will be slashed.

I can't think of anything sadder than the elderly having to work two jobs to be able to live off the paltry check they end up with.  But, don't let the government know you are working extra jobs as they'll deduct even more from Social Security checks. And good luck finding a doctor that will accept Medicare as payment.

What is to come of it all?

Saturday, April 9, 2016

Spring In The City

I was sitting on my bench next to the bottle tree, when what swam up to me?  I was shocked - didn't expect it.  Cutest ever.  I tossed them some bread and pellets and Mom and Dad showed the goslings how to eat it.  I always feed the water fowl, turtles and fish when I am here at the city house 
and they all come for the feast.

Mom and Dad both cared for the littles and one scolded the weenies barking at them.  My grandkids will be by soon and I can't wait to let the geese swim up and surprise them. They'll be tickled.  But, oh no!  Here comes trouble. A loud splash. A huge fish.  Now what am I going to do?  Jump in and wrestle the disgusting leviathan???

Couldn't get this little whale to pose so I did what I could.  A huge catfish showed up, mouth gaping, skimming the water for pellets.  If you've never seen one, they are ugly with large whiskers/feelers - look like an alien and can grow to more than 100 lbs.

Here is a rear shot of the head and barbed whiskers of this submariner.  It made a large splash and wake and my heart stopped as I thought it grabbed a gosling.  I quickly did a head count and Mom and Dad were keeping the babies between them pretty close.  I even saw one of the parents peck at the catfish which quickly disappeared under the water.  It wasn't going to miss out on its feeding though and after the geese swam off, the turtles and catfish cleaned up the rest of the meal.
Oh nature, do I now have to worry about the turtles and catfish eating the babies while they feed?

Now what?  Oh no.  Miss Runner Duck has come ashore in the bottom yard with her new mate.  The weenies won't allow it and thankfully didn't notice.  

She is looking for a place to nest while her drake waits in the foreground beside the tulips. 
The little mallard nest full of blue eggs has disappeared.  I can only surmise that a snake ate the eggs. 

 Wish Miss Runner would find another plot to build her nest.  She has nested here previously; this was her home before it was mine.  I just don't want the drama of duck versus weenies, turtles, snakes and catfish.

Friday, April 1, 2016

Spring At The Farm

Or, maybe the title should be just pooting around the farm, trying to find ways to keep from doing what I should be doing.  Like cleaning up antiques.  Antiques are dirty business - stored away in the barn and covered in dirt and dust. Add pricing to that and ugh...

So I decided to go looking for morel mushrooms.  They are only around for a week or two at Easter.  Every year I traipse through our fifty acre wood, right where they are supposed to grow - amongst the Mayapples growing by downed and decaying trees.  

I have never found one.  Nada. The deer or other animals must get to them first.  I did see a patch of grass neatly cropped off by a set of teeth and little holes dug in the dirt.  And I got two ticks on my thigh for my trouble.

Mayapples begin their growth in February, not May.  They stand about 12 inches high off the woodland floor.

They produce a flower with a sort of mild citrusy honeysuckle scent.

Then comes the apple.  It will grow to about nickel size.  I watched a program where three young men were on a campout.  They gathered the fruit from Mayapples, cut them up and along with sugar and cream, they put the mixture in a can.  They put that can inside a larger coffee can with salt and ice and taped the whole thing up.  After playing kick the can for a while, they opened it all up and voila, Mayapple ice cream.  I thought that was very clever.

Though I found no morels, I picked up these tree galls.  Wasps sting trees and the tree produces galls. I don't know what for.  Interesting part is that the galls used to be made into a sepia colored ink that was used by Abraham Lincoln and many others.  In the Outlander books, the author talked of making ink from tree galls.

Beside the Mayapples, this tiny flower, about the size of forget-me-nots covers the lawns here first thing in spring.  And since I am wont to do so, here is one of my favorite stanzas from a poem by Wordsworth - Ode.  And sorry to him for explaining in parentheses one of his words.

"Thanks to the human heart by which we live,
Thanks to its tenderness, its joys and fears,
To me the meanest (smallest) flower that blows can give
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears."

I can do many things trying not to do that which I should be doing.

Thursday, March 31, 2016


Such a loss today from the world of architecture.  Zaha Hadid died unexpectedly in Miami, FL from a sudden cardiac arrest.  

Her work was incredible.  Her designs were so beautiful - she designed buildings that others said couldn't be done.  She did them and it will be a long time before we see a talent like hers again.

There are so many works of hers, I just chose a few.  She even designed a building in Oklahoma.  

Sad and gone too soon.

Wednesday, March 30, 2016

Easter Past

Easter came and went and was a low key affair.  For the first time, I didn't make everything.  In the past, I have even made my own butter, shaped in an old chick chocolate mold, with homemade rolls and everything else.  Though I do draw the line at paper plates, this was an easier day as evidenced by this cake.

A Chantilly Cream Cake from Whole Foods.  I couldn't have made a better one - it was delicious.  I simply added more berries and voila.  

I made the grands hide the eggs outside as I've found too many old eggs under cushions in the past.  I did not think (until too late) that they'd be stomping on all the perennials and new growth, but what else can be expected of kids?  

I planted tulips across the bed at the edge of the patio.  I've watched them popping up for weeks.  Came back to the farm yesterday and thought I wasn't going to get to see them bloom.  

Alas, a couple of parrot tulips did open before I left.  I was so happy to at least get to see these.

Perhaps next year.

Thursday, March 24, 2016

Easter Surprises

Back in the city and having a terrible time identifying plants and perennials from weeds.  The weenies started barking and I saw a little female mallard fly out of an azalea bush and the bad little weenies had their noses in the bush and tails wagging.  Uh oh.  She did not - she did.  After being gone a week, a little wild duck came up to the top tier of the yard and started laying.  I can only hope that they hatch while we are at the farm.  The grandkids are going to be very excited over this find this weekend.

The former owner has many different clematis vines around the house.  I can identify those, but I've never seen this one.  They open a lime green then turn white.  About the size of a tangerine, they are smaller than ones I've grown and the petals have rounded edges.  I just hope I don't pull up perennials  and annuals as the house was a jewel box of plants and flowers when I bought it.  

Have a wonderful time with your loved ones this weekend.

Wednesday, March 23, 2016


This is an old document box from the 1700's.  They were used by families for all their important worldly possessions and carried cross country in covered wagons.

Most of the buttery soft deer hide is gone and I still have the handmade brass brads in a container inside.  This one has the initials DB on top -  same as mine.  Yet, it just sits under the gothic stained glass window.

The hardware, nails and brads are all handmade.

The wallpaper covering the inside is very thick and heavy and just gorgeous.

Don't have the key.  Definitely not museum quality, but I don't see them anymore.  Because of the condition, I didn't price it too high.  This is going to the booth today.  We'll see.  If no one snaps it up, I'll put a higher price on it.  I did that with an old Lifesavers store display last week and it sold.

Tuesday, March 22, 2016

Stay Or Go

Terrible picture but you get the picture.  This is one example of the dilemma I'm having over keeping or selling.  None of the items are of great worth nor do they have sentimental attachments.

This window is very large and though you can't tell from the photo, the primitive bench it sits upon is the same color. I had two of the windows at one time, but sold one.  I can't find a place for it in the city house.  Just an example of editing and downsizing and trying to figure out what stays or goes.

Sunday, March 20, 2016

Told You

Birds, birds and more birds. This decor won't appear in the latest issues of House and Garden or Architectural Digest, but it's my bedroom and I can do what I want.  I had the old bird prints at the farm and brought them to the city.  Then, I found these sheer curtains at Pier 1.  

I won't be decorating with anymore bird designs, well, maybe wallpaper in the powder room, okay, no I probably won't, but I just love it in my bedroom.  It is beautiful to me and makes me happy.

I'm still deciding what stays or goes.  Most decisions aren't that hard, but some pieces are irreplaceable and I'm having a hard time deciding.  They are ones I probably won't find again at a price I can afford (or will pay for) and/or just don't fit anymore.  I don't want to have to keep my booth open for too long.  We'll see.

Saturday, March 19, 2016

The First Time

Could this have really been my first post?  I remember I could barely figure out how to turn my computer on, much less post.  It was a steep learning curve and rife with the strains of trying to do things I knew nothing about.  That was in 2008.

  I remember that I'd read of a mother with four youngsters writing about it in a blog and making $4000. per month doing it.  I wanted to do that too.  One of the first lessons.  I now find those ads popping up in blogs irritating (sorry if your blog has them as I mean no disrespect.)

I also wanted to connect on some level.  Friends asked me what is the purpose of blogging and I really couldn't explain it.  They were all into Facebook and still are.

I still can't do many things on my blog and am amazed at those that can.  I have moved on from the shabby chic and rusty stuff blogs to others that I find interest me; a natural progression. We do change.  For instance, I see that I posted many more cooking and recipe posts early on (can't imagine what this old format was as it has changed so often as in the text alignment and other little mistakes.) I have received much from blogland: I am so thankful I landed here.

Well, here it is in its entirety.  My first post.

In Robert Herrick's poem, he instructs us to "gather ye rose-buds while ye may." Whether simply about the coming winter or one's journey through life, we must take time to gather now and then.  

I spend much of my time alone; occasionally alone is good. But, alone can also become lonely, which is not good. Nevertheless, together and sharing are gifts we give ourselves. So, let's get started, share recipes, stories and tips - celebrate the fact that we've made it - a time to gather at the farm.

Thursday, March 17, 2016

We Need A Little Luck

In honor of St. Patrick's Day, here is an Irish proverb that is relevant today. 

"In our togetherness, castles are built."

BTW ~ Are there snakes in Ireland? 
 I just had my first taste of Irish soda bread and it was sweet.  Is it always so? 
 I named my first child Erin. 
 My friend kissed the Blarney Stone and said Ireland was gorgeous.  I hope to see it one day. 
 In 1847, during the Great Irish Potato Famine, the Choctaw Nation collected and sent $170. to the Irish government in aid - in remembrance of their survival of the horrific Trail Of Tears where many died of starvation. The Choctaw Nation and Ireland still celebrate this occasion to this day. There is a monument in Ireland somewhere in honor of the Choctaw's kindness.  Maybe the luck of the Irish rubbed off, because the Choctaw Nation (and most other tribes) went from extreme poverty (as recently as the 1980's) to great wealth today and still, they help their surrounding communities and country with building infrastructure and other businesses.  
My husband and children are proud members of the Choctaw Nation.

It is greening up nicely here and can't wait to start sowing and digging in the garden, even looking for a few four leaf clovers.

Found a picture of the Choctaw Memorial in Ireland to honor the kindness of the Choctaw Nation during the famine.  It is fitting and beautiful I think.

Sunday, March 13, 2016

Weenie Patrol

This is a picture of the 'poor man's stained glass' at the front of the barn.  I have always loved the way the morning light shines through the bottles and knew I'd have to replicate it somehow at the city house.

So, morning, though a tad foggy, brought my bottle tree out. The geese and ducks and even the sparrows on top of their house looked at the new bottle tree.

Unfortunately, the ducks did more than look and decided to have a look around the yard.

Except, the weenies weren't having it.  They quickly ran the ducks back to where they came from.

Sister made sure they were gone, until a certain goose that has taken a liking to me opted for a facedown. 

Such a beautiful day even the fish were swimming about, thick as thieves and waiting for a morsel. Sister is just daring that goose to come ashore.  The goose would win in the water, but Sister could take her on land.  But, in Oklahoma, don't blink as the weather will change in a heartbeat. 

A storm passed through and dumped quite a lot of hail. Some boys were fishing at the other end of the lake.  I hope they didn't have far to run. The lightning made us jump so we quickly went indoors. The geese and ducks looked upward; their heads raised to the skies.  Guess they knew what they were doing but I would have ducked my head.