Daisy Cottage

One Year Together And Presents For You!

Dear Daisy Cottage,

Not only did my dream come true when we found you, but you have been everything that I could ever hope for in a home.  I have felt welcomed from the very first time that we stepped over your worn threshold.  You have been the loving haven that I knew you would be.  Your gently creaking floors with the slope that has now become endearing, discreetly remind us that we are not the first family to call you "home".  I often wonder about Zoe, your very first lady, and what she was like in 1922. Was she as happy here, when you were newly built and everything was brand new?  Were you her dream home too?  Did she layer your walls with wallpaper and decorate you from head to toe?  Did she prefer soft, sweet hues and furnishings, or have a passion for color like me?  Did she miss her children as they left her nest and the safety of your shelter?  Did you protect her as she weathered the storms in her life, over the 40 years that she called you home?   Somehow I feel, no, I know, that you did.  She was able to be with you for such a long time. Oh the joys and tender moments she must have celebrated under your roof!  I am so glad that you were here for her, her family, and the other families that have called you home since your birth.  Thank you dear house for accepting OUR family and never making us feel like we don't belong to you.  Thank you for responding to our whims and whimsy with patience and strength.  Thank you for sitting here on our street, proudly waiting for us to return whenever we leave you behind.  Most of all, thank you dear Daisy Cottage, for allowing ME to share YOU with our guests for the past year with my blog. They have so sweetly arrived on your porch from near and far, and have always been kind and gracious.  Each and every one.  They are our true treasures, they are our friends, and they will always be a part of you and me and our little Daisy Cottage family. Thank you, my dream come true, and you know how much I love you!

Kim

9/19/07

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Well, can you believe that it has been ONE year, today, that we've been together, you and I?  I remember my very first post and how I really didn't have a clue as to what I was doing.  I hit the "save" button and didn't think that anyone would really stop by. And then I remember how exciting it was when Carolyn visited two days later and left a comment! Wow! How did she find me, I wondered? I knocked on her lovely Willow House door and as they say, the rest is history. I wandered into this amazing world of blogging and have been traveling down its' welcoming path ever since! I've met you along the way and I think you know by now, how much you all mean to me! So to celebrate, I will box these things up that I have really loved, and GIVE THEM AWAY to one of you who leaves me a comment (even if it is your first time to do so) by midnight this Saturday, Eastern time. Why? Because I love YOU too.   :-)

Presents for YOU...

I visited my friend, Angie's "Vintage,Inc"  yesterday to go shopping for a little something extra to give you and found this old, wooden red tray...

I think you'll love it AND do you remember this red tray?

I'm giving it away too. See how much you mean to me?  ;-)

(((((Thank you ALL very much for a wonderful year - you are the BEST)))))

 

I'm Sure

I'm sure that Dad is smiling down from heaven right about now ... thank you ALL for your sweet, thoughtful, and loving comments. Seriously. THANK YOU from the bottom of my heart. AND thank you so much for sharing about your OWN fathers with me. I'm off to reply to each of you now, BUT FIRST, I wanted to let you know that tomorrow will be a special day here at "Dear Daisy Cottage" -  so try to stop back by if you can!  ;-)

    

Stranger on the Shore

 

These aren't pictures of a stranger on the shore, but they are old pictures of my Dad and "baby" me. How I loved this man. How I still do. We lost him 23 years ago, when he was just 52 years old. He was bigger than life and he has not been forgotten. I remember when I was about Shannon's age, around 18, Dad bought an album for me, called "Stranger on the Shore", by Ackerbilk. He told me that I should listen to it and that I would love it. "It is music that will feed your soul, Kim". Well, I listened to it and I HATED it. I just didn't "get" it. I didn't want to hurt my Dad's feelings, so I pretended to like it. I told him thank you very much and then proceeded to bury it underneath my "Frampton Comes Alive!" album and the others that I was currently addicted to and much, much preferred. Over the years, I had pretty much forgotten about Ackerbilk and the "Stranger on the Shore" album. Oh I kept it, of course, because it WAS from my Dad and I have very few precious things of his. That album has moved with me each and every time, from home to home. When I decided that I wanted to add a little music to my blog, it was during a week when I had Dad on my mind - ALOT. One of those times when I was really missing him, wishing I could talk to him and tell him all about the "little things" in my life. And then I heard it. I heard the sweet melody of "Stranger on the Shore" in my head. Out of the blue. It was calling me. I knew then, that it had to be the first song on my blog. I listened to it and the music DID fill my soul with all things good, safe, and warm. I finally heard what my Dad must have been hearing all those years ago. The music brought back a flood of memories and it felt like "home". And that is why you hear "Stranger on the Shore" when you come here to visit me. Daisy Cottage is my home and my dear Dad will always, always be a part of it, and HOME, in my heart. I hope that that is okay if his favorite music plays. And, Dad, I "get" it now. I really do. (((hugs)))

Good Night House

My favorite book that I read to my children when they were little was "Goodnight Moon", written by Margaret Wise Brown. Loved that little book, and still do. Now you are going to think that I am really weird (and maybe you already do) but I sometimes catch myself saying "good night" to things around the house as I turn off the lights for the evening, just like the dear little rabbit did in the book. Not ALL of the time, but SOME of the time. Isn't that silly? It's just that I read that sweet story SO many times to them at bedtime that the words are etched in my brain, (and in my heart) forever!

Therefore, "Good night curtains....."

"Good night pictures"....

"Good night crosses" ....

"Good night clock and plates"...

"Good night cloths and mirrors"...

"Good night Marley" ...

"Good night EVERYBODY!"   ;-)

   

She Just Wanted To Say....

"Please come sit with me today!"