French Market

My front door has a new look. On Saturday, I visited one of my favorite places "Julie's Cottage at Provence". This wonderful shop is full of creations made by it's talented owner. Every season Julie holds an event that draws people from all over the area. Florals are the main event, but the theme of French Market offers antique dealers, organic plants, yummy eats and artistic creations like jewelry and folkart.

The grounds and sweet little houses are decked out for Spring and the customers are plentiful. The day started out overcast, but by noon the Sunshine State lived up to it's name.

Here are some random shots...enjoy a stroll through Julie's Cottage.

How's that for a little taste of Spring color?

Now let's go out in the yard and see what's going on outside.

...fresh organic herbs...

...and flowers...

This great bunny was made using an antique candy mold. Isn't he great?

Another creation from an antique mold, made by...

...this lovely lady...Cathy. See the fabulous bunny she's holding? He came home with me. I brought three bunnies home and will show them in a later post...they are wonderful!

 

Hope you enjoyed visiting Julie's French Market...can't wait for her Fall event...I'll take my camera!

Enjoy the day,

Robyn

Julie's Cottage at Provence 

13128 Indian Rocks Road

Largo, Fl.

Signs of Spring

Spring is coming. The new leaves on the trees are that wonderful chartreuse color, daffodils are plentiful at the market, and bunnies are popping up all over. 

Here are a few snaps of our home...as Spring begins to show itself.

...the fragrance from this beauty is magnificent...

...funny faced bunny...

Doesn't this beautiful combo scream, "It's Spring!"?

We will be tending to the yard this weekend...cleaning up and doing a little planting. Have a great weekend!

Enjoy the day,

Robyn

Lambie Pie...Adventures in Boston

Hang on ...this is a long and crazy ride! Meet Lambie Pie, an honored member of our family. A few years ago, when Annie was in school, I went to Boston to visit my best friend. Annie suggested I take L.P along so I wouldn't be lonely on the long train ride...I don't fly anymore.(long, very scary story).

So begins the story of Lambie Pie's Boston Adventure...she went everywhere we did. 

Because it was cold, I had to knit her a scarf to wear up north....I warned you it was crazy!

We settled in...

...enjoyed the changing landscape...

...and cuddled up.

We shared a nice little cabin, the seat converts to a cozy bed and the scenery was wonderful.

Day One...we said hello to Henry David Thoreau at the Sleepy Hollow Cemetery in Concord. Don't you love the simple "Henry" marker?

A stop at The Old North Bridge on a rainy, chilly day led to something warm to drink in the tavern room of The Wayside Inn, and a minute to warm our tootsies by the fire.

           Lambie Pie wrote a postcard home every night, telling Annie about our day's adventure.

Day Two...Nantucket! Wow, do we love this little island! We took the ferry out of Hyannis Port and arrived ready to see the sights. First stop, the local yarn shop...a lamb can never have enough scarves!

The cottages of Sconset are pure Nantucket!

 Nantucket takes you back in time as soon as you step onto the cobble stone streets.

 

The whole town was decked out for Daffodil Weekend. Looks like we did a bit of shopping...always!

Local folk lore says if you toss a penny in the water as you round Brant Point, you will someday return to Nantucket...we tossed our pennies and waved goodbye to "the grey lady".

Day Three...Boston. No trip to Boston is complete without a couple..or a dozen...of loster rolls. These were enjoyed on a sunny day in Quincy Market.

Lambi Pie insisted on having her picture taken on this donkey outside the Old Latin School...the oldest public school in the country.

 I think L.P. wants to be a teacher when she grows up...or a jockey.

Another lobster roll at the Union Oyster House...a sip of ice tea...our adventure is coming to an end...

Lambie Pie had a wonderful time in New England. She was sad to leave, but excited to be going home...back to Annie Pie. We boarded the train heading south...

...and dreamed about all the lovely sights we had seen.

Enjoy the day,

Robyn

Wearin' of the green

So it's March...and at our house...that means St. Patrick's Day is on the way. My kitchen window is wearing a wee bit of green.

We have a lot of Irish roots in our family. Mr. Mugwump's maternal grandparents both came to America when they were in their twenties. They actually grew up in neighboring villages in Ireland, but did not meet until they were both working in N.Y. city. His grandmother was a maid for the Rockefeller's, and told stories about being given beautiful clothing after the ladies of the house had grown tired of wearing it, and passed it on to the help. 

My paternal great grandfather left Ireland as a young boy, after Pennsylvania mining companies sent recruiters to Ireland to bring back men and boys to work the coal mines. At the age of twelve, my great grandfather was what they called a "slate picker".

This plaque is part of the Irish Famine Memorial in Boston. 

Happy March, everybody!

Harry Tyler's Lion***Heartstrings Samplery

Doesn't look like it's coming in like a lion where I am...how about where you are?

Enjoy the day,

Robyn