One of my new dearest treasures, is a yellow ware bowl having belonged to Tasha Tudor 

and used in her Marlboro, Vermont home for the past thirty years.  

This lovely piece evokes a feeling of her sweet presence in our home...imagining her hands preparing batter for a cake,  dough for gingerbread cookies, 

or fresh vegetables or fruit from her garden. 

For now, it holds a display of Austrian handpainted eggs alongside the books 

Happy England and a ribbon-bound Great Expectations. 

One of my favorite lustreware teacups is included in this Spring Still Life.

I love the rabbits, baby chicks and pink roses carefully painted on these blown eggs.

Checking in at the tea table, I have opened Tasha Tudor's Springs of Joy to another of my favorite quotes...."Be like the bird

                That, pausing in her flight

                Awhile on boughs too slight,

                Feels them give way

                Beneath her and yet sings,

                Knowing that she hath wings."

                                Victor Hugo

The other day, my husband and I had ventured out along a creek. 

Tall, sleek Sycamore trees stood at it's bank. 

Sheets of their bark lay on the surrounding, violet covered grass.  

I tucked away a few of these "sheets," along with some rather large leafed clover, and picked a few of the wild violets to press in the pages of some old books.

After reading an article in Mary Jane's Farm, 

which featured a photo of bark being used to relay a sweet message,

 I decided the favored quote would be the perfect sentiment to grace these fragile pieces of wood.

I am so grateful for the kindred, creative spirit  of a tiny little woman who lived in New England, paving the way for women who would one day need the affirmation which generously flows from her legacy.