Wanted to share some pretty neat finds…if I say so myself! 🙂
On Friday I found in the mail an ad to send away for Lasagna Gardening ~ A new layering system for Bountiful Gardens: No diggin, No Tilling, No Weeding, No Kidding! By Patricia Lanza. Was thumbing through it and put it onto the “maybe” pile as it was pretty expensive…four payments of $7, plus shipping.
Guess what I found Sunday afternoon at our local Savers store for $1.99?! Looks pretty good…but I would never pay $28 plus for it. So check to see if your local library or thrift store has it or maybe someone is selling a copy on Craigslist.
Note: This is a gardening book…not a cooking book! 🙂
The following all came from a local estate sale that was held at the south end of town. I picked up 3 metal flower frogs, a hanging scale, a book, a pretty cream/green/floral can, and another old brass hose nozzle (not pictured) …for $6.
A hanging scale from L.F. & C. of New York that goes up to 25 pounds.
Three small metal flower frogs. (I already had the pottery one)
A vintage tin can that’s cream with a floral print…probably for flour or coffee.
And a very cool book, Out on the Porch ~ An Evocation in Words and Pictures ~ With an Introduction by Reynolds Price. Published by Algonquin Books of Chapel Hill, 1992.
The porch…along with the kitchen is my “favoritest” part of the house!
It’s chock full of great pictures of porches in America with passages from books written by William Faulkner, James Agee, Flannery O’Connor, Eudora Welty, Thomas Wolfe, Mark Twain, Josephine Humphreys, Clyde Edgerton, Annie Dillard, and Rick Bass.
It was a summer of wistaria. The twilight was full of it and of the smell of his father’s cigar as they sat on the front gallery after supper…while in the deep shaggy lawn below the veranda fireflies blew and drifted in soft random.
– William Faulkner, Absalom, Absalom!
“Out on the porch…” The very words bring to mind a mood, a feeling, an image of a place to relax and enjoy a cool breeze on a warm night, a place for reading, rocking, and storytelling. Out on the Porch is a book for everyone who’s ever passed a shady veranda and felt inclined to stop and rest.”
The twilight was blurred and soft. Supper was almost ready and the smell of cabbage floated to them from the open hall. All of them were together except Hazel, who had not come home from work, and Etta, who still lay sick in bed. Their Dad leaned back in a chair with his sock-feet on the bannisters. Bill was on the steps with the kids. Their Mama sat on the swing fanning herself with the newspaper. Across the street a girl new in the neighborhood skated up and down the sidewalk on one roller skate. The lights on the block were just beginning to be turned on, and far away a man was calling someone.
-Carson McCullers ~ The Heart is a Lonely Hunter