Tuesday, May 23, 2017


 Last year our "little" table garden was just too
big for the three of us.  Plus I didn't know what I
was doing so most of it was a failure.

This year I've converted the front third into a small
herb and flower garden, it's already taking shape.

This fairy has been around the block and back.
It first belonged to my niece Kate, given to her
by her father.  Then it became property of
the household and spent time on the
front porch of Buttermilk Cottage.
Then it made its way into the backyard and sat on an old
latter in the garden.  Now it's at home in
Fayetteville Tennessee with me.

Last year while looking over our side meadow
I happen to spy something in the distance
that caught my attention. 
Something orange in the distance.
I inquired about it to friends and discovered that
it might be butterfly weed.  Before I could dig it up
it got cut down and bailed, so this year I have
been on the look out and yesterday I found it.
I may have made a big mistake, but I got my shovel
and wheelbarrow and gathered a few clumps.
Time will tell, anyway isn't gardening
just trial and error?

I reinstated my bottle bush
(the stepchild to a bottle tree)
My bottle tree is on lone to Susan for now.

Happy Gardening

PS if anyone in the Fayetteville area should want to dig up
or divide their Black Eyed Susan's,
my hand is up.


 Happy Birthday
to my big brother
Billy W Davidson Jr.

He's an introvert, lover of nature and animals
and my father's namesake.

Now that he is retired, he spends much of his time outdoors.
He has started raising chickens, in fact just this year,
he has added 14 to his flock.
When ever he visits, he always brings a colorful collection
of eggs to enjoy.

He is married to one of the best gals around
Patricia Talley Davidson

When he's not in the backyard,
you can most likely find him in his workshop.

Did I mention that he is a very organized person?

So happy birthday Bill,
relax and enjoy your day.
I hope you're having chocolate cake!
Love, Nancy

Thursday, May 4, 2017


 Spring has come to us here in Fayetteville
but it didn't stay long.  It seems
we are now in Blackberry Winter.

We are trying to take full advantage of
our days when we are forced to be inside.
Dad has put up a shelf in our laundry room
which I requested.  I found this great old
board in our old storage shack,
after a little clean up and some Liquid Gold,
it was perfect.

I've been doing a little crafting.
This is a wreath I made using
pine cones.

I like it.

Spring is my favorite season.
I so enjoy just strolling around the property
and seeing what nature has provided.
Lately the honeysuckle has been in bloom
as well as all kinds of wildflowers.

We have started our garden, but it's
not much to look at just yet.
This little plant slept in the garage
over the winter, I can't believe it

Until it's warm again...
we wait.

Monday, March 6, 2017


Today marks my one year anniversary with the folks.
I've seen all four seasons,
Spring, Summer, Fall and Winter.

I'm looking forward to what this next year will bring.
I am especially looking forward to Spring,
and all the outdoor activities.

I have to be honest, it has not started very well,
with that being said, I must add,
 we have faced what life has thrown at us
and can still continue to smile.

We found a lump on Mom's left breast
and have determined that it is
Ten days ago she had a generous biopsy
by a local surgeon, J Dennie Crabtree.

Mom did beautifully!
I did some reading about breast cancer in elderly women
with dementia
 When we saw the doctor, I was prepared with some good questions.
We decided that "less is more" in her situation.
No other procedures are needed
at this time.

She is recovering nicely, in fact she had very little pain
and was able to do everything as normal.

Dad is hanging in there as well.
We had to purchase a new
washer and dryer
that same week and that seemed to occupy him
more than Mom's surgery.
(on the surface anyway)
But I'm not judging, whatever gets you through.
We all have our coping mechanisms.

Until next time, happy almost Spring.

Saturday, December 31, 2016


 According to Mom she received this little dog
for Christmas.
In fact, she's had it for many years.

During the course of my Christmas decorating
I moved him front and center
onto the table next to
her rocker.
His home has been on a shelf in the corner,
and we had all but forgot about him.

Every morning when she gets up and
makes ready for her coffee and breakfast
she stops to say a good morning
to her little dog.

She likes to hold him, pet him and play with him.
Who knew...what a delightful pet.

No feeding or walking

Thursday, December 29, 2016


Many of you who know me well,
know that my creative outlet is crafting
knitted wreaths from rescued sweaters.
I've been at it for several years now and I can't think
of anything I enjoy more.

Today I had the itch to do something creative,
so I went through the few crafting supplies that I brought
with me and found this colorful sweater.
Right before I left Johnson City
one of my friends left this sweater on my porch.
She said I could use it for something,
and today I did.
Thanks Betty Ann.

It's a very big sweater and can easily make
two or three wreaths.

Today I only used the sleeves.

I started by covering my wire frame.

Then cut some strips and made some roll-up flowers.

I have an etsy shop called Nanniepannie, but
alas, my creations do not sell as fast as I want to make them.
I've been forced to slow my creating down
due to limited space in the basement.
Such is life.

I think this one will just hang in our little kitchen.
The Christmas decorations come down soon
and we'll need a little color and whimsy.
This one makes me think of the circus
for some reason.

Thanks for stopping by.

Tuesday, December 27, 2016


 Christmas Day started out well, I got up early, turned on the twinkle lights, put out the flag, and lighted the scented pine candle.
I was walking towards that awaited first cup of coffee
when I smelled something that wasn't quite right.
Needing the coffee really bad,
I disregarded the smell.

When I opened Mom door for the first time that morning,
it hit me like a ton of bricks...
I wanted to run for the hills
The day didn't get a whole lot better.

Oh, it had its good moments
we opened our gifts,
that took about 20 minutes.

We got a call from my brother in Europe
and had a good chat.
I called my sis, Susan and my niece Kate and
 laughed with them for a while.

Mom was pretty much out of it all day
and Dad decided he wanted to be contrary
at every turn. Negativity was the word of the day.

Don't get me wrong, I believe Christmas
is a season, not just one day
and the season was good.
I did a few simple decorations,

put up a tree,

sent and received a few Christmas cards.

I even did some baking
(in my toaster oven).
And had some lovely neighbors drop by
bringing all kinds of goodies and good cheer.

On Christmas eve, my brother Bill and wife Pat
and of course their sweet dog Roxy
came for a visit and dinner.

Mom looking cool in her new shirt from Sue.

I think my problem with Christmas Day,
and it was "my problem", was mostly in my head.
You know how you fantasize about the perfect holiday,
and how everything is so magical
and then you live it
and it's not.
Well we ended up not communicating much of the day.

Mom and Dad slept a lot.
In my bad mood and depression,
I sent a frustrated text to my sister
and screwed her mood up as well.
I felt even worse about that, sorry Sue.

So I went to bed and put the covers over my head.

Later that night I turned on the TV and found 
"The Homecoming"

The original Christmas special that introduced
the world to the Waltons.
I was redeemed and smiling
when I shut off the lights.

Goodnight John Boy.