Robins Abound!

Return of the Robins

Return of the Robins

Several times last week, while driving home from school, I saw a sight that gladdened my winter weary heart. Flocks of robins! I’m talking about HUGE flocks of robins, hundreds of them, spread out across pastures and fields, in town and out in the countryside. I’ve never seen anything quite like it.  They made their appearance during one of the coldest weeks we’ve have this year. What a breath taking surprise to see such fragile beauties out in full force braving a fierce unrelenting wind and bitter cold.  And yet, there they were, as cheerful as ever, bright and chipper, foraging on the ground, great swaths of them~~while I, wrapped in hat and scarf, heavy duty winter coat and boots, shivered, chilled to the bone every time I went outside.

 A gift to melt the coldest winter heart.

Brave and Beautiful

Brave and Beautiful 

 

 

 

Robins in Tree-Rosa Blue  http://www.flickr.com/photos/rosablue/12183246215         Snow Robins-Ingrid Taylar  http://www.flickr.com/photos/taylar/6738291145

 

 

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Valentine’s Day and Matters of the Heart

This graphic represents what I see when I look out my dining room window while I'm sewing.

It seems appropriate to speak of matters of the heart today, how one can fall in love with an idea, with a vision. I’m going to share with you why Joyful Linens is my heart’s delight and how an unknown small enterprise lost in the vast reaches of internet ether (truly it might as well be floating out there among the stars in endless space) means so much more to me than simply a venue for selling handmade tablecloths and pillowcases.

Chance is dashing full speed ahead, answering my call, just a black blur to the left of the red topped bird feeder.  You can see one of the giant snow capped boulders under the apple tree and the chicken barn.

Chance dashing full speed ahead, answering my call, just a black blur to the left of the red topped bird feeder. You can see one of the giant snow capped boulders under the apple tree and the chicken barn.

Joyful Linens was born in February last year in a snowstorm just like the one we’re experiencing right now. As I write this the snow swirls, dancing down out of a gray sky, the small birds flock in the bushes and at the feeder, while K.C. and Maggles (my cats), Chance (my dog), and I (me) toast ourselves beside a cheerful fire. In that magical time last winter I had no idea I was about to embark on an extraordinary journey, an unparalleled adventure, an expedition into the world of making, marketing, learning new things daily, and connecting with a worldwide community of like minded people. Those people are kindred spirits, my tribe, though the vast majority of them I will never meet in person, and a very great many of them are not now, nor will they ever be, aware of my particular existence. No matter.

Into the woods

A closer look into the woods

The pictures in this post, except for the last two, comprise the view from my dining room window, which takes up half of the wall in a small chestnut paneled room. We’ve always had our table in front of this window and it’s where my mother, Eenie, sat when she came to visit and watched the birds while she drank her coffee and shared meals with us. But she liked to remain there long after the children and I had abandoned the table and proceeded with our day. We had many bird feeders back then and she loved to watch the steady stream of avian visitors who flitted in and out among the trees and bushes–the lilacs, the spice tree and apple trees, the box woods, the hydrangeas, the roses, the forsythia–all the greenery that is not visible here in the dead of winter. She liked to watch the activity in the back yard–Emma going out to her playhouse, the chickens wandering down to the kitchen door, Julien and Carter in their tree house in the apple tree, all three children scrambling around on giant boulders near the barn, me ever and eternally carrying five gallon buckets of water to the animals–all the bustle of a small farm with young children afoot, her grandchildren. My sewing machine sits on this table now and as I work I am ever mindful that I’m sitting in my mother’s chair, my eyes taking in the view that gave her so much pleasure. She has been gone a long time and I miss her every day of my life, but it comforts me to know that when I look out that window I am seeing the same trees, the same shrubs, and most probably the descendants of the birds and the deer that she loved to watch so many years ago.

Playhouse behind one of the many ancient apple trees

Playhouse, far right, behind and beside two of the many ancient apple trees

I really didn’t realize until my mother died how much of her lives on in me. She loved to work with her hands. She made the most beautiful quilts and crocheted antimacassars, shawls, bedspreads, and afghans, which my children and I use in our homes today. She embroidered dresser scarves and pillowcases, crocheted lovely and complicated edges for them, washed them, hung them in the sun to dry, starched and ironed them. At night, without giving it a second thought, we lay our heads on the sunshine scented art that she had created. She never considered it an art or a craft, though it satisfied her soul to make beautiful things. For most of her life she worked for a living to provide for us, but what she truly loved was creating a beautiful home, sparkling clean, filled with the practical and lovely things she had made for everyday use. She loved gardening, the work of it, the put your hands in the dirt of it, and in a time before flower gardens became all the rage, when the pristine mowed lawn with a tightly sheared bush or two was the norm, she turned our entire yard into a magical garden so lovely to behold that strangers stopped their cars in the middle of the street to gaze in wonder upon it.

My grandfather, Pat Allen, and my great uncle, Emmett Carter, who worked on the railroad (Carter is named after him) made gorgeous walnut and mahogany furniture–beds, drop leaf tables, chests of drawers, cupboards, all necessary and practical, all beautiful and finely crafted. James, my father (called J.W. by his friends and loved ones), was a mechanical genius and in the 1950’s made an electric lawn mower out of a well pump, a barrel, and an extension cord.

I am so grateful for this legacy and for the talents I inherited from my forebears and passed right along in good ole DNA, as well as by example, to my own children. I’m so very grateful that I will leave my children not only stacks of lovely linens, but the knowledge deep in their bones that they can create anything in the world that they can dream up. I mean this not in a ‘chant positive affirmations and manifest your visions’ way, but more in the belief that where there’s a will there’s a way and something good, although highly unpredictable, will happen when you follow your dreams and your heart–because we all know that usually things don’t turn out quite exactly the way you planned, no matter how great your visions are!

I refurbished a broken down bird feeder by using a box top from a case of copy paper to provide shelter from the snow.  I love the spot of red in a white landscape.

I refurbished a broken down bird feeder by using a box top from a case of copy paper to provide shelter from the snow. I love the spot of red in a white landscape.

It took a long time to come up with a name for my business that hadn’t already been claimed. When I finally hit upon “Joyful Linens” I loved it (happily my ever supportive children and friends love it) and it has turned out to be more than perfect. I thought it reflected my name, of course, and most of all the happy vibrant nature of the cheerful fabrics I adore. But unexpectedly, and fortuitously, it encompasses all the wonderful surprises, unending delight, and joyous living I have discovered in this new adventure. My most far reaching dream is that my joyful linens will make people so happy that I won’t be able to meet the demand for them and will have to hire and train young single mothers to help me make them, thereby creating a little workshop of happy hopefuls earning a living by the work of their own joyful hands.

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My clever readers, all nine of you, have probably figured out by now that the graphic at the top of this post, the design for my online presence and paper goods, represents what I see out of that dining room window, rich with the memory of my mother. It also represents the bountiful world of nature here on Sweetwater Farm, alive with the music of birdsong, the curious deer who watch and wonder at my work, and all creatures great and small who inhabit the ancient forests of the mystical Blue Ridge Mountains. It is my dream to live out my days here on this land that I love in the embrace of water that flows from every direction, abundant life giving water.

All shall be well   And all shall be well And all manner of things shall be well.   Dame Julian of Norwich

All shall be well
And all shall be well
And all manner of things shall be well.
Dame Julian of Norwich

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Winter in the Mountains

Snowed in on Sweetwater Farm!

Snowed in on Sweetwater Farm!

Yes, it gets mighty cold here high in the mountains of western North Carolina, but I do LOVE snow! It was on a day like this that I decided to open an Etsy shop. Snowed in last year, all warm and cozy in my house (you can just barely see the smoke from the wood stove spiraling out of the chimney), I was happily engaged in creative play with fabric, mixing and matching colors and patterns, when it occurred to me that other people would take delight in cheerful, well made, easy to care for linens. My plan was to hawk my wares at farmers’ markets, craft fairs, and perhaps persuade a few local shops to sell them, but then I found out about Etsy and my imagination took flight.

Of course, I had NO idea what I was getting into, literally a whole new world opened up for me. I’ve learned so much about how to make an online shop successful, and yet there’s so much more I need to learn. I have a perpetual list five miles long of things I need to do. Though I’m a novice at this whole business of blogging, I look forward to sharing my budding business, and how it expresses my love of nature, with the world.

Here is one of my favorite creations, a pillow sham with deer in a birch forest on one side and golden fox faces on the back with an envelope closure. I gave a queen size version of this to my daughter, Emma, for Christmas. She is an animal caretaker at Grandfather Mountain where she tends to bears, mountain lions, otters, eagles, and other animals, so of course she loves all my nature themed linens.

Deer Sham with Golden Foxes

Deer Sham with Golden Foxes

And now Chance and I are going for a scamper in the snow! He’s a Tibetan Terrier~~pictures will follow soon!

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At Last!

First things first, a HUGE thank you to my friend and colleague, Melanie Ward, for helping me get this blog up and running.  Melanie and I share a room at school and we spend our days teaching elementary age children.  She teaches Spanish and I’m a Reading Specialist. We’re both in and out of that room a lot, but her presence there this year has brightened my life considerably.  I’m truly grateful for her companionship, support, wonderful sense of humor, and cheerful loving spirit.  Melanie is courageous, too!  She braved the icy dirt road I live on and came to my house after school today to explain the ins and outs of using word press.

I’m tickled pink to have a place to write about and share my new business making nature inspired bed and table linens, and also to share the wonders of nature here on Sweetwater Farm in the mountains of North Carolina.  I’ve lived here since 1996.  Read the About page for a quick introduction to my farm and why I love it so much; there’s more to come on that topic!

Here is the link to Joyful Linens on Etsy.  It is a work in progress, but I am totally in love with my little shop!

http://JoyfulLinens.etsy.com

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