Thursday, December 4, 2008

Front Yard/Back Yard Meme (with Bonus Inside Photos!)

It's that time again! Especially since I missed last month's. Time for the back yard/front yard meme! Courtesy of Dlyn! Following the outdoor photos, there are other, indoor photos I want to share. So don't go away!

December's front yard:


Poor little hosta - oo! They're ready to divide now!



As much as I love our neighbor (not! What - you thought I was a big fan of everyone in the universe?), the trash can view doesn't thrill me. The tree? A wonderful sweet gum which was quite generous this fall and mulched my tiny side bulb g
arden. Yay sweet gum! Yay not-my-favorite neighbor!

December's back yard:




Look! Herbies are still alive! The basil died immediately with the first frost, but the oregano, chives and rosemary are going strong. Hoorah!

December's dogs at play in the back yard:



They're frisky in the cold (today's high will be 44 - you in Colorado! Stop laughing!).

The grass is dormant, but everything is not yet dead. Just mostly
. I put daffodil bulbs (thanks, Mommy!) in the little front garden bed yesterday, the bed mulched by the sweet gum.

Now, on to the inside shots. This is one of my favorite things about my bedroom. I'll show you, then I'll 'splain.




The chair is a Victorian rocker which my grandmother's father gave her as a wedding gift. I've always been madly in love with it and have rocked my babies to sleep in it, in her home. I was ecstatic when she said it could come to live in my house! I even painted my last bedroom a pretty peach, then rubbed the textured walls with a copper glaze, just so it would match the chair. Let me give you a closer view of what's in the chair?



The doll on the left is Anne. I was such a creative child! My middle name is Anne. Mom made this doll for me when I was about seven or eight, complete with her own set of cute little clothes which looked like they came out of Little House on the Prarie (which I was tearing through at the time). Anne has reddish brown hair and eyes to match - just like me! I love that the trim on her clothing is tatting which my great grandmother made.

The doll on the right is Annalise. My dad's mother had her made for me during the Cabbage Patch craze, as I was going into college. No self respecting college student would want a Cabbage Patch doll, but to have a doll which looked like me? Wonderful. I LOVE Annalise. She's beautiful.

You may or may not be wondering what happened to the Little House clothes. They're in my closet in a box. The clothes the dolls are wearing? Mine as a tiny baby. Made or purchased by grandmothers on both sides. Annalise is even wearing tiny socks. She's so cute!

Thanks for coming along on today's journey, everyone. I'll see you tomorrow?

Until I write again ...

Flea

8 comments:

Anonymous said...

I'm stunned at how dead your grass is. Ours is still green, but all our foilage is de-leafed!

That rosemary will never die. Ours keeps getting bigger and bigger!

Anonymous said...

Oh this is such a fun post! Loved hearing the history behind your dollies! :-)

Mighty Morphin' Mama said...

What precious beautiful treasures! Thank you for sharing!

Anonymous said...

Ohhhh... I love the chair! I love the dolls too and the story behind it all :)

Karen said...

I love a dead garden. Really. By the end of summer I'm ready to kill it off and start fresh anyway. Nature does it for me.

dlyn said...

Very cool Flea - I love the dolls! And it is almost time to do the FD/BD for December - I am hoping for some snow in my yard - but not too much!

Mom Knows Everything said...

My yard is half covered in snow.

Warty Mammal said...

Bless your heart, I wouldn't enjoy a view of hot and cold running trash cans either!

You've just given me a good reminder to go harvest the last of the basil. Frost will be soon, methinks.

I'll bet your grandmother was so pleased that you wanted her rocker. In some sense material possessions are temporary and ethereal, but it's also a shame to think of things with great sentimental value going to someone who won't appreciate them. (Or, worse yet, the dump.)

May you have a good weekend with deep, refreshing gulps of sleep!