There's a cottage in the country,
A place that you should see,
It's a haven in a harsh world,
A place of quiet peace.
There's a grove of spruce and lilac,
Planted there with tender love,
To break the wind, on winter days,
A home for wren and dove.
When you walk through the picket gate,
You know that you have arrived,
At the home of some gentle people,
You can see the love in there eyes.
The flower beds surround you,
Ablaze with colours bright,
The butterflies flit by you,
The crickets sing at night.
When you enter the cottage you're greeted,
By the smell of fresh baked bread,
And gingersnaps, just like Grandma's,
The aroma fills your head.
The tea kettle sits singing,
The table is set with care,
With special cups and saucers,
It's all because you are there.
As you sip your tea and visit,
Just take a look around,
You'll see more plants and flowers,
And handicrafts abound.
Yes, it's a country cottage,
Filled with life and love,
For all of God's creations,
And blessings from above.
Written by Carol Sumner March 21, 1984
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“I’ll just rip this out for you.” Grandma Westwood. Grandma was my 4-H leader, and I was learning to sew. There was no getting around it, I was going to sew that seam again! As a 10 year old, I … Continue reading
When Grandma Westwood was preparing to leave her home and move into Lilac Lodge she gave me her scrapbooks, each one with its beginnings at Westwood Cottage. What an incredible gift. The First One The outside is a carefully … Continue reading
I have always been an “Old Soul”; attracted to things with history and a story to tell. Which is why I love this little table, that has been living in a farm yard shop for many years. Each bang, scratch … Continue reading
Growing up I spent a lot of time at Westwood Cottage, and I almost never went home without having done something interesting and creative; making crafts, baking cookies, picking wild flowers and arranging them for my teacher. I can’t remember … Continue reading
Year’s ago, we bought a good quality leather sofa. We had two young son’s and two young cats. We could clean up spills easily and the cat hair didn’t stick to it. Then, our boys became teenagers and the “sofa … Continue reading
When I was 9 years old, Grandma Westwood taught me how to crochet a chain. That was the beginning of a lifelong passion for creating and making. I chain stitched an entire ball of yarn: before school, on the school … Continue reading
There are four trunks in my home. Each one different with its own compelling journey and story to tell. Their age is showing, but they don’t care; they earned every dint, scratch, bump, bang and paint job and they are … Continue reading
There was always a bran muffin at Westwood Cottage topped with some homemade jelly. Especially Chokecherry! So good. This recipe from the Jean Pare Company’s Coming Muffins and More cookbook, is the perfect recipe. I like to double it and … Continue reading
Visiting Westwood Cottage always meant a cup of tea and if you were lucky a gingersnap! Not just any gingersnap, they were made using a cookie press. Four inch long rectangles, crisp and perfect for dunking. They were kept in … Continue reading