BriarRose Kildare

Hmmm, definitely going on my Christmas/Yule list...

beyond exhausted....zzzzzzz

“Fortunate Newton, happy childhood of science. Nature to him was an open book. He stands before us strong, certain, and alone.” Albert Einstein “In the childhood memories of every good cook, there's a large kitchen, a warm stove, a simmering pot and a mom.” Barbara Costikyan

PBS Sprout......what else is there to listen to when the wee lad is home.... By now I have every theme song memorized...and most of the shows too.

Finally gettin' meself and the wee lad ready to go shoppin'.....

Hmmm, not sure, whatever I can find, tomorrow's shoppin day.

Oh how wonderfully beautiful and sweet. Thank you so much for sharing your pics. You are truly blessed with such beauty surrounding you. (sigh....I miss living in the country.)

Some praise the Lord for Light, The living spark; I thank God for the Night The healing dark. ~Robert William Service How like a queen comes forth the lonely Moon From the slow opening curtains of the clouds Walking in beauty to her midnight throne! ~George Croly, Stars are the daisies that begem The blue fields of the sky. ~D.M. Moir

Yippie, it's comimg out in November.....oooh, I can't wait. Thanks for the update Iron Bess.

After the men had left, BriarRose cleaned up the work area. She then checked on Treasure who had yet to lie down and rest. BriarRose cleared her throat and pointed to the empty cot. Treasure looked away from the porthole sighing heavily as she flung herself down on the cot. “Try and do get some rest dear,” BriarRose said as she turned away and walked back to her own private quarters. Taking the soft quilted blanket she had removed from her chest earlier she laid it down upon the bed. Stretching slightly and covering a yawn with her hand she laid down and promptly fell in to a deep and dreamless sleep.

relaxing and enjoying the gentle sound of the rain.

The soft pitter patter of rain, my sweet kitty pandora purring, and the methodical ticking of the clock.

It is not because angels are holier than men or devils that makes them angels, but because they do not expect holiness from one another, but from God alone. ~William Blake

the constant thrumming hum of the fans, dogs barking in the distance and my wee lad who is not yet asleep...

wishing well

The rolling roar of Thunder....Yeah a Storm is soon to be sweeping through our area....How I LOVE STORMS. Oh an Hester dear, thanks for the laugh....by the way did he asphixiate himself?

At the moment I am reading Eldest, the second book in the Eragon Trilogy series. And I am also reading a book on Marie Antoinette by Joan Haslip. So far it is a very good book. Of course I already know how it's gonna end....snicker...

A little girl was talking to her teacher about whales. The teacher said it was physically impossible for a whale to swallow a human because even though it was a very large mammal its throat was very small. The little girl stated that Jonah was swallowed by a whale. Irritated, the teacher reiterated that a whale could not swallow a human; it was physically impossible. The little girl said, 'When I get to heaven I will ask Jonah'. The teacher asked, 'What if Jonah went to hell?' The little girl replied, 'Then you ask him'.

“Alright then, let me see what I can find to help your finger heal and may haps keep infection away as well.” Smiling, BriarRose, walked over to her apothecary chest and began to rummage through it. Moses sat waiting for her wondering what she was going to give him that would help his sorely wounded finger. BriarRose chose a mixture of comfrey, lavender and myrrh from her chest. Taking her mortar and pestle she began to grind the herbs together. After they were completely ground up she then got a jar of beeswax. Taking a clump of wax from out of the jar she added a bit of olive oil to the wax in another container. BriarRose lit a candle and then taking a pair of tongs she held the beeswax and oil over the flame. It took a while for the wax to soften. Moses and Dunwalt watched her in fascination as she continued her work. After the wax had softened she doused the candle flame then set the container down and deftly added the ground herbs. She swiftly mixed the all the ingredients together. Once the ointment was smooth she walked back over to Moses. “Now, in order for your finger to heal properly you will need to have your bandages changed at least three times a day. Each time you will apply a generous amount of this ointment to the wounded area.” As BriarRose spoke to Moses, she began to gently apply the ointment to his wound and then bandaged up the finger with a clean piece of cloth. She continued speaking to him, “I would like to make sure that this heals properly so I will be expecting to see you back here by tomorrow morning.” Moses still pale nodded numbly. Walking back over to her chest BriarRose took out a brown bottle. Taking a scrap of muslin she poured a bit of white powder from the bottle on to it then tied the cloth with a piece of ribbon. Then going back over to where Moses sat she handed him the small bundle and said, “Also, to help ease your pain, take a pinch of this with a cup of tea as needed.”

Positively Awesome site....Thanks, I enjoyed it a lot.

Thanks for the Laugh (And I can honestly laugh cause I have Amish heritage)

Way too cool. I love charm bracelets but always have a hard time wearing them cause me wrists are so small. So where can I get me a bracelet like that? I am positively drooling with delight.

Giving the wee lad a much needed bath...and yes he is having a bubble bath.

Pink Lemonade

BriarRose went back into the surgeon’s personal quarters. She could hear Maeve humming a sweet lilting tune as she instructed Treasure to help her unpack some of their personal belongings. Treasure seemed interested in what all the two women had brought on board for their stay on the ship. BriarRose chuckled to herself at Treasure’s curiosity. The room contained two bunked beds in which BriarRose would insist upon Maeve using the lower one. She dragged Maeve’s wooden chest to the end of the lowest bed while placing her own personal wooden chest against the far wall. She instructed Treasure to place their brushes and combs on a small table that also held a pitcher and water basin. Above the table, there was a small hook in which BriarRose hung a miniature wooden framed mirror. Turning around she surveyed the room with a critical eye. From her own wooden chest she took out a few embroidered doilies. She strategically placed them around the room to give it a more homey feeling. Treasure nodded her approval and smiled warmly at the change BriarRose had created in the room. “Well, Treasure, while I appreciate the help you have given me. I think it is time for you to go and lie down for a bit and get some rest.” Treasure pouted a bit, but did as she was told for she found herself very tired indeed. BriarRose followed Treasure out in to the main room where Maeve was just finishing up her work. As Maeve talked to the two men a bit more, BriarRose began to organize their work area. Along the far wall she set up her apothecary chest upon a small table. Going back in to the other room she went once again to her own personal chest and pulled out both a warm woolen blanket and a soft quilted blanket. She stood there trying to decide which one to use for her bed when she heard Maeve calling her name.