Thursday, November 17, 2011

Tangerines in Milk Glass


Milk glass and dresser scarf from the thrift store, fruit from the grocery store.

7 comments:

  1. I love your blog. The photography. The simplicity. The beauty. Thanks for sharing!

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  2. Oh MY!! Those look amazing. I love the combination of a strong color on white - and this picture is striking.

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  3. I haven't found tangerines yet this season, but I am craving them! Your arrangement of them looks so pretty!

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  4. I agree,the simplicity,and colors speak more than a million trinkets. Just beautiful. Christina

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  5. Anna this is one of the lovely things about your blog, the simplicity and restraint, especially in a culture of excess. Also the way you continue to show the beauty which is there in our everyday environment in such small and undramatic but significant ways. I'm one of those who was blessed with God's gift of noticing beauty in small things and unexpected places. Really, he has given us all this gift but we are not all aware that we posess it. I think your blog has probably done a lot to fix that! Thank you.

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  6. Beautiful milk glass! I used some crystal pie plates and did the same with my husband's grapefruit and granny smith apples and pinecones.

    P.S. I totally agree with anonymous post.

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  7. To Farrah who agreed with my post and to you Anna,I'm 'Anonymous'. My name is Angela! I just wanted to share this with you both and of course all followers of this site.

    It's a poem entitled 'A Prayer' which hangs on the wall of my home. My mother found it framed and illustrated by the author in a little antique shop long before her marriage and it always hung by her bed. It was written in 1936 by an Irish lady called Hester Cooke whose father was a Church of Ireland (Anglican) clergyman and who wrote many similar poems. I always loved it.

    A Prayer

    Teach me Oh Lord in spring to see
    The beauty of a hawthorn tree

    And tune my heart when days are long
    To listen for the blackbird's song

    Let me not miss the golden sheen
    Of buttercups on meadows green

    May the sweet smell of seasoned wood
    From cottage fires to me seem good

    Give me delight in simple joys
    Craving not life's cheap tinselled toys

    And for the gifts thou dost impart
    Give me dear God a thankful heart

    For me it seems to sum up the spirit of Anna's blog.

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