Welcome to My Red Cape. Long ago in another time my husband Jack and I lived in a little old red house. It was the stuff of dreams to us for the few years that we were there. I live there still a number of hours every day in imagination, with old dolls and paintings and fabrics and feather trees. I draw inspiration and happiness from the memories of that space in time and share some of it here with friends who remember how to step with Alice through the looking glass and take delight in whimsies and antiquities.

For more than sixty years I have studied, collected, repaired, and bought and sold antique dolls. They have been back ground music in my life at every stage, sometimes louder, sometimes subdued, but always there with me. To see only the posts about dolls on this blog, click the banner on the right titled Dolls for My Red Cape. Keep clicking “Older Posts” to see more. Some of the posts featuring rug hooking are gathered under the banner For Cathy. From time to time items are offered for sale under the banner “O’Neill’s Antiques” which was our shop name for many years. ~Edyth O’Neill

Wednesday, January 9, 2013

Spring will come again

Last night we were blessed with a good rain.  My recently planted dooryard garden is just a tiny part of the grateful earth, but it is meanigful to me. I have there the twice transplanted white flowering quince and  paper whites that were around our dear red cape once.  I wrote a book on rugs for my red cape a few years ago, and the beginning and the ending spoke of the paper whites blooming again as a marker for the turning of a new year and a new begining. 

These will not bloom this year, being taken up and replanted in a new yard just as they would have flowered.  The long leaves laying flat but living and green, giving promise for the future are like an image of my heart now.  Though they cannot bloom now, I know that by and by there will be flowers again. e

12 comments:

  1. You are an eloquent lady, Edyth.

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  2. Edyth,

    A lovely testament to courage and renewal.

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  3. I am impressed at your strength and optimism in light of such sadness. I would like you to know that I, and certainly others, learn from your example. Thank you for that. I'm very glad you think of your flowers blooming again.

    ... jan

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  4. A wonderful sentiment and wonderful to have something from your old home. My thoughts have been with you and your family.

    Debbie

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  5. Oh Edyth, my heart aches for you. What beautiful words and what a lovely metaphor. There will be flowers again for you, I am sure. Love and peace to you. Ann

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  6. There will be flowers again. My prayers are with you. Judy

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  7. Beautifully said Edyth. You are continually in my thoughts and prayers. Lori

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  8. Dear Edyth, yes, there will be flowers again and their stems will be strong. Your dear Jackie will make sure of it. Thinking of you, Lori Ann

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  9. They will come again... delicate pale blooms heralding the promise of spring, following the harshest of winters... a sign of hope and life...

    Paula

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