Happy April Fools Day Blessings 🙏🏻

Today we are celebrating our anniversary; yes, married on April Fools Day, God truly has a sense of humor! He brought together two of the most unlikely people on the planet and blessed us with so many years (I’m not telling how many, suffice to say, I was a child bride lol!) of friendship, love, laughter, and more than a few tears.

Oh, but He is faithful and I am exceedingly grateful that I fell in love, truly at first sight, with the most wonderful man in the world, my beloved John Cross. Thank heavens, he’s a dog lover too 💜

Happy Easter 🙏🏻

I hope the sun was shining on your day, that He filled your heart with love and the blessings of Spring 🌹

Keeping Christmas

Sweet puppy breath drifts up and I breathe in amazed at the fragrance, surely one of the most delightful I know.  A puppy tongue reminiscent of softest pink flannel reaches up to give me an adoring kiss.  Looking into the tiny face I fall head over heels in love all over again.

It's a good thing. Being "in dogs" means that for more years than I care to count, Christmas has been an exceedingly busy (dare I say stressful?) time of year. One that I try to treasure but often find myself rushing through, missing the little things that are scattered like small treasures in my path.

The Lord whispers softly to see, really see the gifts all around me.  It's been a difficult year that included the loss of dear friends and then of my mother.  She who finally is free of that worn weary body of hers and is in a place of joy so complete that it defies our ability to comprehend it. I was sorting through things getting ready to decorate for Christmas and these cheery little snowmen stopped me in my tracks.

She would have loved them, with glitter sprinkled liberally and sweet old-fashioned faces.  I sort them gently out of their scattered packages and one of the puppies gives a small whine, ever sensitive and most sympathetic little souls, they are indeed little comfort spaniels and soon a kindly small face is peering worriedly up at me to make sure that all is well.

I breathe a prayer of thanks that mother is safe home in that place where I believe all of those she loved were waiting patiently to welcome her in.  Another prayer of gratitude that I have something worthwhile to set my hands to.

I pray to be a blessing, to bring a measure of beauty and joy to those who need it. One more special thanks for the little creatures I have the privilege to care for and send on their own small journeys of bringing a bit of beauty and love into a world that so badly needs it.

Help me Lord to remember to celebrate your gift of Jesus given to us that first Christmas long long ago. 

Autumn Pansies Shine

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The pansies are making a last brave stand, little faces all bright and full of hope.  I can’t bear to tell them that it’s high time I got the Christmas greens up, that the pumpkins (who they coordinated beautifully with by the way), are long gone to the compost bin where all good pumpkins should go.  And though we’ve had a few hard frosts & the weekend forecast is calling for snow, the pansies bloom on.  

And so, while I’ve brought a few things out to begin to celebrate the season of His birth, I wait patiently for the cycle of the year to unfold, to wake one morning and find my little friends all laid low by the cold that must surely come because even small beauties are important and must be applauded no matter how inconvenient I consider their timing.

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Even the puppies know that the season is changing, they turn little noses up while out playing, for all the world like they are scenting the air, sensing that winter will soon keep them bundled inside, and these lovely long afternoons to play in the sunshine had best be enjoyed to the fullest.

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But for now, the pansies shine bravely on and I applaud their cheery welcome every time I step out the kitchen door, for I will surely miss the little things after winter’s snow has put them in their beds until the spring, yes, I will miss them when they are gone.

Just A Bit Of Weather

My niece Lydia brought this cute little mug in the other day when she came and brought baby Clara Rose along for a visit.  It got me thinking about the jobs we do and how my life has been one filled with the love of dogs and an enthusiastic attempt to make everyone I meet love them too.

The photo above was taken the other night at around midnight Ohio time, by a rather bleary-eyed woman who was on her way back home after retrieving one of our puppy kids who had missed his late evening flight due to weather complications.  As long-time residents of coastal South Carolina, ones who went through a Category 5 hurricane (Hugo) I default into a sort of panic when the weatherman begins talking about tropical depressions and storm surges.

I had been assured when I handed “High Cotton” (I know, I couldn’t resist naming that fluffy little white bundle that) to the nice man behind the counter at the airport that in spite of what looked rather troubling on the radar screen, I was not to worry, that the plane that was to carry little guy was a jumbo jet and perfectly capable of navigating through “a bit of weather” as he termed it.

With a peek into Cotton’s crate where he was snuggled into his deep bed of white shreddies and chewing happily on a biscuit, I bid him safe journey and returned to the parking lot to navigate my own way back the hour & a half drive to the sleepy little village where we live.

Listening to XM and an episode of Radio Classics kept me entertained during the hour & 1/2 drive until I pulled off the interstate and threaded the last 5 miles home to where my DH & our cozy bed and a good book awaited.

My iPhone rang, startling me in the darkness: (note to self: don’t listen to Suspense Theatre when driving alone at night).

It was United Airlines, apologetically informing me that High Cotton’s flight had been indeed been canceled and would I please come posthaste and pick him up as they would be closing in 2 hours.  I asked if my baby puppy was OK and they laughingly told me that they wished they could keep him, that he had entertained them since I’d dropped him off and he was voted the cutest puppy of the day.

Yawning hugely, I regretfully turned my SUV around within a mile of home and soon found myself heading back the long drive to the airport.  I knew that little Cotton was fine, puppies are kept in the United office until they board their planes, the staff loves our babies and often take them out while they are waiting to depart and carry them around the office, taking turns snuggling and exclaiming over them.

Soon I was enroute home again, sitting at a traffic light with little guy tucked in the seat beside me, none the worse for wear after his adventure. I glanced over to my left and the dazzling display of lights on the airport runway instantly captured my attention and what was a rather dreary late night journey suddenly became touched with magic and a reminder of the beauty hidden in plain view all around us.

With my traveling companion alongside, I finished listening to another episode of Suspense and before long we were pulling back off that same exit ramp and I was tucking little Cotton into his bed for the night.  He gave me a look as if to say “Mom, what was all that about?”  I patted his sleepy head and told him he’d be in his forever home very soon but now it was time for all good puppies to go nite nite.

That’s what I do, take good care of my little charges, those small ones with four feet who make sure we never have a dull moment.  I love each one of them, they all have a journey to take, hearts to fill with puppy love, it’s my privilege to be part of making that journey a smooth one for us all.

It might occasionally get a little bumpy but we are always grateful to arrive home sweet home at journey’s end.

Blooming Where You Are Planted

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The heat and drought continue at Foxglove this summer but you’d never know it when viewing the brave show this heat-loving border of perennials is putting on.  They continue to “bloom where they are planted” and proclaim that sunshine in abundance is perfectly fine as far as they are concerned.

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Daylilies and echinacea, bee balm (which the bees of course adore) and blue salvia are flourishing.

I knew when we planted them about a year ago, that they would come into their own in the hottest part of summer when the rest of my flowers would be kicking up their heels in dismay over any prolonged heat.

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The hummingbirds and butterflies have been hard at work in these crowded beds, there’s a particular little hummer that comes down and stands watch over “his” flowers.

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Little mischief sits like a furious marble-sized guardian, oozing indignation at any bird or squirrel who dares approach the vast array of beautiful blooms (I’d say there’s more than enough for him to share but what would I know of the workings of that tiny brain?)

Totally fearless, he comes down when I’m out “scurrying through the beds” as Gertrude Jekyll that marvelous old-time Britsh gardener used to say.  He grudgingly allows Agatha & I safe passage but occasionally buzzes right over our heads just so I know he’s keeping his eye on us!

Hummingbird At Foxglove Farm

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Even Agatha, the comfort spaniel that she is, enjoys a short morning sunbath while pretending to help me with the weeding chores.  She lays in the grass and along with the hummingbird watches for possible squirrel encroachments as I work to remove the weeds that weedlike, always seem to flourish in spite of any lack of rain.

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Soon, though, little miss remembers that she’s not had her breakfast and as the sun comes out in earnest she stares hard at me, clearing saying she’s had all the fun she can stand for one day and there are culinary delights waiting in the kitchen.

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I hope this finds you enjoying a few flowers and perhaps some delights in your kitchen as well.  I’m pondering the addition of a hammock, good garden help is hard to come by and deserves a perk now and then I’m thinking!

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Spring Snow & Bluebirds

Early spring arrives in Ohio in a rather erratic fashion, winter-worn and weary, we are teased with a morning of brilliant sunshine.  The birds sing the daffodils and crabapple nod flowery yellow & white heads.

Ah, but lest we think it's time to get out the lawn chairs, noontime brings a surprise snowstorm that catches us all unaware.  The birds are especially bewildered by the snowy blast, many have started nests and have tiny eggs hidden away in the bird boxes, thankfully this will be a brief wintry event, snowy as it seems.

The sun will reappear shortly but in the meantime, there is a flurry of activity and the small folk of our place seems chilly and yet hopeful. A tree full of House Finches looks like rosey red ornaments in the little maple tree.

We have rather an amazing rapport with the birds, especially a resident small flock of Bluebirds that have come to call Foxglove home.  I'll share their stories in upcoming blog posts, they've become quite tame and follow me around the farm hoping for a handout of their favorite snacks. I'm only too happy to keep tidbits for such beautiful visitors.  It's a gift to live in such a beautiful setting, to have close daily contact with such a delightful cast of tiny characters, even the small Red Squirrel who has come to consider our farm his own personal source of all peanut-flavored snacks!

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He closes his bright eyes as the snow comes down and frosts his furry coat.

I tap the window glass to send him scurrying, it's time the Cardinals had a chance at the feeder too!

Daffodils bend low as the temperature dips below freezing, ah but this is Ohio, and fear not, the sun will return.  By this afternoon, the birds will sing happily as they work on small nests and begin laying plans for summer with winter past for another year.

A Plea For The Dandelion

The neighbors have a new small addition to their place this morning. I look out while having my coffee and see him. Adorably round and still wearing his winter woolies, is the smallest of brown and white ponies. He’s wandering a bit bewildered through his big paddock. Horses are funny creatures and I can tell this little one is wondering why he’s been left all alone and when someone will come and see him and bring a nice breakfast of oats to help ease his arrival in this new home.

Agatha watches him with interest, she fancies herself quite the equestrian, there have been horses at Foxglove Farm since she was a puppy.

I call a hello to the pony and he lifts a friendly face and comes striding happily over to meet us. He’s a nice fellow and Agatha and he are soon fast friends.

Remembering my coffee, I tell him goodbye and promise to return with an apple at lunchtime. Walking back up the hill to the house I’m astonished at the view, thousands and thousands, no, perhaps millions of the yellow flowers, and I’m glad we do no battle with these cheery guests. The sunshine has brought a veritable ocean of dandelions to welcome us this sunny morning.

You know, I read the other day that scientists are finding Roundup in the rain.  In this often bewildering world we live in, they’ve genetically modified tomatoes by adding the genes of the flounder fish to make them last longer on the grocery store shelves.

(No wonder there’s not a bit of flavor left in the poor tortured things.)

Our pets are slathered in chemicals, the long-term effects of which I shudder to contemplate.  I saw an ad the other day showing a Beagle racing through a plastic tube in the family yard. The announcer boasted of how the monthly application of their flea & tick preparation would alter the reproductive systems of fleas that simply walk on your pet.

Doesn’t that frighten anyone else?

When my sweet Agatha developed cancer almost 6 years ago, unbelievably when she was only a little over 4 years of age, I determined that I would do everything I could to help her survive. Many of you know that journey to healing, my search for the supplements and natural products that would build her immune system. She’s the inspiration for Agatha’s Pet Wellness and the canine poster child to help encourage other dog owners to use the products that can help their own pets live healthier lives.

And so as my good dog and I head back to finish my waiting coffee, I’m thankful.

I’m thankful for the new pony and his handsome pony face.

I’m thankful for the lovely yellow, untidy but cheerful dandelions, who always bring a few violets along for the show.

And I’m exceedingly grateful that God heard my prayers for my dear Agatha, that He helped me find the things that would help her, and that she’s here with me to enjoy another year.  That she’s full of life and still runs like a puppy up the hill ahead of me.

After all, she says, we don’t want to be late for breakfast!

The Small Joys Of Our Faithful Four-footed Companions.

I just finished bathing Agatha, the small Cavalier King Charles Spaniel pictured above.Not her favorite pastime, but the good-natured little person that she is, if it makes "mom" happy, she cheerfully submits (though if she could talk I know she'd say she could do without all this beautifying stuff)!

That's her, prancing down the drive from the house, probably following me down the get the mail and check to be sure that her nemesis the rabbit who lives down by the front gate, hasn't forgotten that she is the guardian and protector of this place we call home.

That quite simply is the sum of her days, following me on my rounds, tail cheerfully wagging, ever content to be at my side and yes my friends, that is the crux of the matter.  

Agatha the faithful one.

These canine creatures who inhabit the nooks and corners of our lives ask very little but to be allowed to complete us in whatever small ways they can. If you ever really get to know your dogs, to study them to learn what makes them tick, you'll find that for the most part, every single one of them will make a life's work out of exactly that, studying you.

They watch our every move, listening to words and language until their keen doggie minds make sense out of dozens, even hundreds of words. They observe our coming, our goings, they gaze out of the window, waiting however long it takes until OH JOY they see us coming back to them from afar.

With tails wagging with mad glee (oh what welcome like that of our dogs?), they do their utmost to convince us that we were gone such a terribly long time, that they feared we might never return (and had to chew a bit of magazine while they pondered that wrenching thought), but all is now right with their small world.  Their most loved one has come home and now they can get back to the business of helping us make supper.

One never knows what morsel might find it's way into one's dinner dish!