July 26, 2007

• Teacup Thursday

  Another gift from my sister just a few weeks ago~  an English Blue Willow place setting:  teacup, saucer, bread plate and dinner plate. Tonight, I made homemade blueberry scones in honor of the Miss Potter movie!  (An aside here--last week, I thought I was buying the "Continuing Story" of Anne of Green Gables, but found that the case actually enclosed the movie's sequel!!  So, tonight, I exchanged it for a previously viewed copy of Miss Potter~yay!  I'll have to find the last AoGG on-line...). I will be experimenting with more scone recipes~we found this one a little dry.  Scones are much like biscuits in taste/texture. In keeping with the theme, I made hot blueberry tea.  In my own personal taste-test experience, the Celestial Seasonings' True Blueberry wins over Bigelow's Blueberry Harvest. Flash...and no flash... Talk about inconsistency~some pics look better with and some without...I'll keep working on it!  (And, I'm still getting some very blurry shots...). ____________________________________________________________________________   Home, Sweet Home

  Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home; A charm from the sky seems to hallow us there, Which, seek through the world, is ne'er met with elsewhere. Home, home, sweet, sweet home! There's no place like home, oh, there's no place like home! An exile from home, splendor dazzles in vain; Oh, give me my lowly thatched cottage again! The birds singing gayly, that come at my call -- Give me them -- and the peace of mind, dearer than all! Home, home, sweet, sweet home! There's no place like home, oh, there's no place like home! I gaze on the moon as I tread the drear wild, And feel that my mother now thinks of her child, As she looks on that moon from our own cottage door Thro' the woodbine, whose fragrance shall cheer me no more. Home, home, sweet, sweet home! There's no place like home, oh, there's no place like home! How sweet 'tis to sit 'neath a fond father's smile, And the caress of a mother to soothe and beguile! Let others delight mid new pleasures to roam, But give me, oh, give me, the pleasures of home. Home, home, sweet, sweet home! There's no place like home, oh, there's no place like home! To thee I'll return, overburdened with care; The heart's dearest solace will smile on me there; No more from that cottage again will I roam; Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home. Home, home, sweet, sweet, home! There's no place like home, oh, there's no place like home! John Howard Payne

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