Wednesday, December 03, 2008

Picture books in winter...

Summer fading, winter comes--
Frosty mornings, tingling thumbs,
Window robins, winter rooks,
And the picture story-books.
Water now is turned to stone
Nurse and I can walk upon;
Still we find the flowing brooks
In the picture story-books.

All the pretty things put by,
Wait upon the children's eye,
Sheep and shepherds, trees and crooks,
In the picture story-books.
We may see how all things are
Seas and cities, near and far,
And the flying fairies' looks,
In the picture story-books.
How am I to sing your praise,
Happy chimney-corner days,
Sitting safe in nursery nooks,
Reading picture story-books?
-Robert Louis Stevenson

An attempt at wiring pine boughs to my rails... Hmmm....

Fresh baked cookies on a wicker paper plate holder. $.25 at the thrift store. Red grosgrain ribbon goes with everything, so I have a big thing of it. Hopefully Seth's teachers like chocolate chip.

Fake greenery doesn't look so fake from a distance.

I just realized I'm channeling Meredith's style for this post. Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. =)


Kristin said...

Seth looks so old in these pictures!

Ruthie said...

I love this post-- so festive! And kudos on the decorations. You are giving Martha Stewart a run for her money!!

Momma B. said...

I love your red door! Can't wait to see it all in person!