Crimson and gold velvet curtains hang heavy over the glass doors.

They are serious, rather formal.

They shut out the gloom of winter

And mirror the warming flames from the big stone fireplace.

I drew back the curtains.

April sunshine, glorious,  gladdening sunshine.

A morning sunshine that called for curtains that would billow

and  dance with every gust of spring breezes.

Tucked away awaiting the day

A pair of too long, leggy yellow linen curtains.

Ten foot curtains for an eight foot window.

You see these romantic flop over curtains in many of the French home magazines.

This is how to achieve that so chic French look.

Cut off the old pleating tape.  Cut the curtains to the correct size allowing for romantic pooling on the bottom.

Put a new hem on the wide strip left over from shortening the curtains.  Press the hem

Sewed new tape on the back of the long curtains.  Then sewed the strip on to the back of the curtains so it would flop and flounce over to the front when you hang the curtains.  .  Press this seam well.

I pulled the tape to adjust it to the open width and fastened the string ends.

Now pour yourself a glass of wine and sew the rings on.  Finished.

You can find tape like this at most fabric stores.  This header tape creates pleats but you also can find tape that simply gathers.

The left over fabric makes a romantic soft ruffle.  Not a bit of linen wasted!!

I call these my daffodil curtains.

“My heart with pleasure fills”.


“Fluttering and dancing in the breeze”.

(William Wordsworth 1804)

DAFFODILS (1804 Wordsworth) ‘Bradner Flower Show, Abbortsford, B.C. Canada’

I  wander’d lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o’er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the Milky Way,

They stretch’d in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay:

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they

Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:

A poet could not but be gay,

In such a jocund company;

I gazed – and gazed – but little thought

What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills,

And dances with the daffodils.


Joyful moments  and garden delights shared with my good friend and gardening guru, Dellis.


So ends the first day of spring.  A day with brilliant sunshine.   Sunset  and the local mountains are draped in pale pink snow.  Earlier in the day I searched  the garden looking for spring flowers.  I was rewarded.

Crocuses splash the earth with shimmering white,

Daffodils tightly budded but promising much,

Hyacinths brave and bountiful.

Cherry blossoms tossing their petals like bridal confetti to the sky.

Welcome spring.  We  have been waiting long for you.