🎶We Wish You a Merry Christmas🎶
The Take Joy Society got together yesterday for a Christmas Tea at Carol's house. Here is her lovely table set for our festivities.....
The gloom of the world is but a shadow. Behind it, yet within our reach, is joy. TAKE JOY! ~Fra Giovanni
🎶We Wish You a Merry Christmas🎶
The Take Joy Society got together yesterday for a Christmas Tea at Carol's house. Here is her lovely table set for our festivities.....
The anniversary of Tasha Tudor's 105th birthday is next week on the 28th. It's gotten me to thinking about the beginning of the Take Joy Society which began as the Maryland Chapter of the Tasha Tudor Museum Society six years ago. The Museum sent out emails to its followers about the various celebrations the Chapters were holding. This is how I came to meet these lovely ladies, some of whom continued on with the Take Joy Society.....
You can read about our celebration HERE.
Susan Branch's illustrations capture Autumn at its best. By November Autumn is well on its way to becoming winter in the northern climes. We start thinking about Thanksgiving, making our menu, preparing bedrooms for our guests. . . .
June is the month you get out of prison--otherwise known as school. Even as a parent I looked forward to the end of the school year so that I could have my children home with me. What I didn't look forward to was the heat and humidity. Susan Branch writes about how she dealt with hot summer days when she was a child. . . .

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What do you want more or less of in your life, so that you can love the life you're leading?When my children started school September became the beginning of my year. It's been hard to break the habit even though it's been seven years since my last child went off to college for his final year in September. I always felt bittersweet this time of year. I was glad to see the worst of the heat and humidity come to an end, but sad to no longer have my sons about, even as I was glad to have more time to myself. This time to myself allowed me to reflect on my life. Making new resolutions would always come out of it.
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I wander out into the backyard very early in the morning and pluck a blossom from the garden heavy with dew. With my fingers, I’ll pat the dew upon my face, for legend has it that any woman who washes her face in the dew of Midsummer’s Day will grow more lovely with the passing year. Fairy cakes are made for tea, midsummer’s syllabub (a delightful concoction of cider, lemon, berries, and whipped cream) is prepared for a moonlit picnic, and personal dreams are renewed.
I believe the nicest and sweetest days are not those on which anything very splendid or wonderful or exciting happens, but just those that bring simple little pleasures, following one another softly, like pearls sipping off a string.