Easter is another magical holiday that I take such pleasure in. Easter baskets are carefully planned out and executed with traditional items like a stuffed animal, handmade egg and each member of my family has their favorite easter candy. I enjoy putting out of the ordinary items in the baskets.

And Easter brunch...a delightful reason to bake yeast breads and cakes, decorated cookies, (for cutters I have a carrot, several bunnies, lambs, several eggs, and of course, the hen and dove from our website!) and savory brunch items. This year, I have decided to share a savory item, as often I am accused of being too focused on sweets! Please enjoy it this Easter Holiday and as always, I hope you get as much pleasure as I do in the joys of cooking! 

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Natalie Wise
March 3, 2012
 
Seed collecting is a time-honored, and time-consuming, process. But rewarding, as are so many old-fashioned pursuits. There is a pleasant beauty one can find in such a task. Amy Tudor, Tasha's granddaughter-in-law, as I'm sure you all know, has agreed to share her process. 

Winslow Tudor
March 2, 2012

Though the snow is on the ground spring is near. The trees are budding against the full moon, and the days are longer. Yet spring in the hills of New England is relative. It is near, only in that it may be seen from afar, rather than not at all.

Natalie Wise
November 23, 2011

Dear Friends,
 

Winslow spent the end of summer and the beginning of fall adding new cedar shingles to his grandmother's house, a job that has taken him through summer's high ferns to autumn's bright foliage...and will continue for much longer as he makes his way around the whole house. 

Natalie Wise
October 20, 2011


A classic poem for this beautiful time of year....

 
WHEN the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock,
And you hear the kyouck and gobble of the struttin' turkey-cock,
And the clackin' of the guineys, and the cluckin' of the hens,
And the rooster's hallylooyer as he tiptoes on the fence;
O, it's then the time a feller is a-feelin' at his best,
With the risin' sun to greet him from a night of peaceful rest,
As he leaves the house, bareheaded, and goes out to feed the stock,
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock...
 
 

Natalie Wise
October 20, 2011
The path to Tasha Tudor's house...the field has been mown and laid to rest for the year.
 
We have arrived at the middle of Autumn. We've been drinking apple cider by the bucket full, admiring the foliage on bright sunny days and misty foggy days, and relishing the opportunity to wear our shawls and wellies again. We were all sure to layer up for our September 29th Corgi Cottage Tours. It was a cold & rainy day, but we all had a wonderful time. 

Winslow Tudor
September 2, 2011

On either side of the road leading to Tasha’s house the asters are in bloom. They are the wild, New England variety, and though they are fond of roadsides, their largest colony thrives at the end of the vegetable garden. Phlox, goldenrod, Joe Pye Weed and a few hardy annuals flourish in the terraces in front of the house, while along the borders of the field the hardwoods are rapidly turning color.