Monday, July 30, 2007

At The Corner Of My Porch

We have a Butterfly Bush near the corner of our front porch. It has been there for about 3 years but I have never seen butterflies near this bush until this summer. A few days ago I looked out the window of my little office and there was a beautiful creature busy at work on the flowers of my plant. I picked up my camera and quietly slipped outside. I was amazed how close I was able to get before this little 'friend' gently moved to another flower.
Yesterday while riding in the car, this little song from my son and daughter's childhood years came to mind.
If I were a butterfly,
I'd thank You Lord for giving me wings.
If I were a robin in a tree,
I'd thank You Lord that I could sing.
If I were a fish in the sea,
I'd wiggle my tail and I'd giggle with glee,
But I just thank You Father for making me, me.
For you gave me a heart and you gave me a smile,
You gave me Jesus and you made me your child,
And I just thank you Father for making me, me.

Song: If I Were A Butterfly

Words & Music by Brian Howard

Mission Hills Music, 1974

Sunday, July 29, 2007

The Rock

He is the Rock, his work is perfect.
Deuteronomy 32:4

There is none holy as the LORD:
for there is none beside thee:
neither is there any rock like our God.
I Samuel 2:2

The LORD is my rock,
and my fortress, and my deliverer;
my God, my strength, in whom I will trust;
my buckler, and the horn of my salvation,
and my high tower.
Psalm 18:2

The LORD liveth; and blessed be my rock;
and let the God of my salvation be exalted.
Psalm 18:46

For in the time of trouble
he shall hide me in his pavilion:
in the secret of his tabernacle
shall he hide me;
he shall set me up upon a rock.
Psalm 27:5

For thou art my rock and my fortress;
therefore for thy name's sake
lead me, and guide me.
Psalm 31:3

From the end of the earth
will I cry unto thee,
when my heart is overwhelmed:
lead me to the rock that is higher than I.
Psalm 61:2

Saturday, July 28, 2007

Flowers and Bird Treats

During a very brief yard sale-ing excursion and a trip to a nearby Goodwill with my dear mother yesterday I found these flowers and birds to add to my home. My favorite flowers are yellow roses and you know that I love pretty plates. During the spring and summer months I decorate my living room with birds and birdhouses so you can easily see why I was excited with my finds.

A delicate numbered Haviland china plate.

A happy bluebird family.

A momma bird watching over her babies - in a snowglobe nesthouse.

The little nesthouse is at home on a table with other special things. Do you recognize the book from here? The little birdhouse nearby was a gift from a very dear friend. A Scripture verse is printed on each side of the small cards that rest on one side of the roof. The pretty little planter was part of an appreciation gift from a dear older friend who is now at home in Heaven.

Friday, July 27, 2007

Up, Up And Away

Early yesterday morning I walked out of my house to go to my dear mother's house. As I approached my driveway I saw the most incredible sight - a hot air balloon hovering low above the trees and houses nearby. I quickly ran into my house to get my camera and I began to take pictures. When it was out of site I drove a few blocks away to see where it had gone. There it was, hovering above our little town, just hanging there, suspended in the blue sky. Oh, if only my sweetheart and I were gliding and floating and "chasing our dreams across the sky" in a beautiful balloon!
Would you like to ride in my beautiful balloon?
Would you like to glide in my beautiful balloon?
We could float among the stars together, you and I
For we can fly.
We can fly!
Up, up and away,
My beautiful, my beautiful balloon!
The world's a nicer place in my beautiful balloon.
It wears a nicer face in my beautiful balloon.
We can sing a song and sail along the silver sky,
For we can fly.
We can fly!
Up, up and away
My beautiful, my beautiful balloon.
Suspended under a twilight canopy
We'll search the clouds for a star to guide us.
If by some chance you find yourself loving me,
We'll find a cloud to hide us,
We'll keep the moon beside us.
Love is waiting there in my beautiful balloon,
Way up in the air in my beautiful balloon.
If you'll hold my hand,
We'll chase your dream across the sky
For we can fly.
We can fly!
Up, up and away,
My beautiful, my beautiful balloon.

Song: Up, Up And Away
Words and Music by Jimmy Webb
Recorded by Fifth Dimension

Thursday, July 26, 2007

Good Reading Find

By now you know that I love books! Good books, inspiring books, books of beauty and grace. A recent thrifting find now lies on my coffee table and gives reason for quiet moments "lost" in the garden of my dreams.
"A garden is the purest of human pleasures.
It is the greatest refreshment to the spirit. "
~ Francis Bacon, English poet~

"Who loves a garden

Finds within his soul

Life's whole;

He hears the anthem of the soil

While ingrates toil;

And sees beyond his little sphere

The waving fronds of heaven, clear".

~Louise Seymour Jones~

Art by Charles Robinson,
"Woman Cutting Roses"
"Woman Working in a Country Garden"
"Woman Working in an Idyllic Cottage Garden"
And art by Beatrice Parsons
The Lover of Gardens
compiled by Gail Harvey
Design by Liz Travato
published by Gramercy Books
copyright 1933 (1993 edition)
This book is a collection of lovely insights in prose and poetry, about gardens and gardening. Reflections by Thomas Jefferson and Joseph Addison and charming excerpts from The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett are among the writings included in this wonderful book. It is illustrated with exquisite paintings and drawings and it celebrates the beauty and the miracle of making something grow. "It will surely delight every lover of gardens". ~Liz Trovato

Monday, July 23, 2007

In The Corner of Our Room

I want to show you one corner of our bedroom. It's still a work in process so you just get to see part of the corner. Over the past few weeks I've been finding special things that just fit this space. This corner has been a puzzle to me -- I didn't know what to put here since the hanging lamp is the central feature. I love the way it's coming together. I can't wait to finish this corner! Hopefully it won't be too long and you can see it all.

Each piece in this corner is special to me. Let me tell you about each one. Not long ago I shared the old framed picture here.

The plates are recent "finds". My dear mother and I were in the back corner of an antique mall a few miles from home when I found the large plate. It is Nippon china -- marked $2.00. The lady at the cash register was shocked at the price. She said the seller is very knowledgeable and "knows his stuff" pretty well. She couldn't believe that he had mispriced this one. What was even more fun is that my dear mother found another Nippon plate in blues - same seller - for $2.00. As we drove away that day we knew we had each found a bargain! The little plate on the top was a thrift store find a few days later - signed Haviland china from France for 75 cents!

This hanging lamp is especially dear to my heart. It was a special anniversary gift to me from my sweetheart at a time when my heart needed a lift. At the time my sweetheart was the pastor of a small church on the Oregon Coast. We had lived there for just a few months before our 4th wedding anniversary, January 1976. When we moved to town we rented a little cottage-type house while we looked at homes to buy. Before the holiday season we had begun the process to buy our own home. A few days before our anniversary the sale was completed and we were anxiously waiting to move in. Because our finances were tight we had decided not to give anniversary gifts to each other that year. Our gift to each other was our new home. We decided to buy a mattress set for our new bedroom and use the "old" one in our new guestroom so we shopped at a local furniture store during one of their big sales. While waiting for the saleman to help us I wandered through the lamp department and instantly fell in love with this beautiful yellow swag lamp. Swag lamps were all the rage at the time and I had never seen a yellow one with flowers on it. There was no way we could afford to buy the lamp but I told my sweetheart how I loved the lamp and wished I could buy it for our new bedroom. We bought a mattress set and left the store. I thought I would never see that lamp again so I tried not to think about it too much.

Our anniversary is in the middle of January. At that time our church district conducted an annual retreat for all of the pastors and their wives. It was always a wonderful time of rest and refreshing and a time to meet new friends and renew old friendships with pastors and their wives from all over Oregon. The only problem was that it was held in the middle of January each year - our anniversary was always during the retreat. And - it was held at a mountain camp and retreat center owned by our church district. There were not enough rooms for all of the couples to stay together so the district officials got the private rooms. The rest of us stayed in the girls' dorms and the boys' dorms that were used for summer camps. Each year we knew that we would spend our anniversary in the mountains - in the snow - in separate dorms! We usually rode to the retreat with another pastor and his wife from our area to save expenses and have less cars in the small parking lot.

In January, 1976 our anniversary was on the last day of the retreat. Shortly after breakfast we left to travel approximately 5 hours home. We rode with another couple so we spent those hours visiting with them. Not long after we got home we ate a hurried fast-food meal together with our young son and my sweetheart went to the church to conduct a wedding rehearsal. I remember that night as if it were yesterday! It was a very stormy, foggy night on the Oregon Coast and at times the wind howled around the corners of our little house. After our little boy was asleep in his bed upstairs I sat in my rocking chair in the corner of the living room and cried. I felt so sad that it was my anniversary and I was at home alone! I cried because we had been with people all day and now my sweetheart had quickly eaten and left to carry out his duties as the pastor of our church - and I felt so sad. Sometime later, after my tears had dried, my sweetheart came through the door with the biggest gift-wrapped box I think I had ever seen. He put it on my lap and said, "Happy Anniversary"! Of course I exclaimed and scolded because we had agreed NOT to give gifts to each other. At his urging I opened the box. What did my eyes see? It was the beautiful yellow swag lamp I had dreamed of a couple of weeks earlier. "How did you do this"? "When did you buy this"? He still recalls that I couldn't stop smiling. Again the tears flowed down my face. Not sad tears this time - they were tears of joy and love for this special man I had married just 4 years ago that day.

The lamp has hung in some other houses since the first home we owned in that town. It has been carefully packed and lovingly carried along to each place. When we moved into this house I thought there would be no way I could use my special lamp. As in many homes built in our town during the 1960's, our home has ceiling heat that radiates heat down into each room. Electric wires were wound back and forth all across the ceiling and covered by plaster. Because of that we can't put anything into the ceiling. You can see the solution I came up with so I could use my lamp.

I hope you enjoy this little glimpse of my world and the story behind the special things in this corner of our room. You will see this again when the other parts of the corner have all come together.

(I've been thinking about making a fabric cover for the chain. Lace fabric? The color of the walls? What do you think? If you have any ideas or suggestions to dress up or disguise the chain and/or the bracket please share them with me. The pictures don't show the color of the walls -- they are a very soft, "cool" sage green.)

Sunday, July 22, 2007

Be Thou My Vision

Be Thou my Vision, O Lord of my heart;
Nought be all else to me, save that Thou art-
Thou my best thought, by day or by night,
Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light.

Be Thou my Wisdom, and Thou my true Word;
I ever with Thee and Thou with me, Lord;
Thou my great Father, I Thy true son;
Thou in me dwelling, and I with Thee one.

Riches I heed not, nor man's empty praise,
Thou mine inheritance, now and always:
Thou and Thou only, first in my heart,
High King of heaven, my Treasure Thou art.

High King of heaven, my victory won,
May I reach heaven's joy, O bright heaven's Sun!
Heart of my own heart, whatever befall,
Still be my Vision, O ruler of all.

Be Thou My Vision - Irish hymn written in the 8th century - translated into English in 1905 - traditional Irish tune

Saturday, July 21, 2007

Not For Grandmas Only

In my last entry I mentioned that I found two special books at the Goodwill recently. I told you about one of them - here is the other one.

This book is full of humor and insights into being a grandmother in our world today. "Times have changed. The old vision of a grandmother -- gray hair, glasses, a shawl and a rocking chair on the front porch -- is no longer a reality. Today, grandma may wear jogging shoes, have a full-time career, and live hundreds of miles away. But grandmas are even more important, what with the changing culture, than they always have been. They can and do make a difference in the lives of their grandchildren. 'Each of us has a grandmothering style, a special way of giving loving support and nurture that fits us perfectly,' say authors Stoop and Southard. 'Our challenge is to find that particular style and work from within it'".

I plan to read the entire book soon. What I have read while browsing through it has given me some great ideas and encouragement in my life as a grandmother. Patsy Clairmont,a favorite author and speaker of mine, wrote this poem that is included in the book:

In the dim and distant past,

When life's tempo wasn't fast,

Grandma used to rock and knit,

Crochet, tat and babysit.

When the kids were in a jam,

They could always count on Gram.

In an age of gracious living,

Grandma was the gal for giving.

Grandma now is in the gym,

Exercising to keep slim.

She's off touring with the bunch,

Taking clients out to lunch,

Driving north to ski or curl.

All her days are in a whirl.

Nothing seems to stop or block her,

Now that Grandma's off her rocker!

I enjoyed the quotes about grandparents on Bev's blog, Scratchin' The Surface. She included darling pictures of her beautiful grandchildren. I enjoy reading what she writes. This one is great. I'm sure you will enjoy it, too.

Thursday, July 19, 2007

Beneath His Wings

Once a month I drive to Southwest Portland to lead music and assist in ministry at a wonderful care center there. Every time I'm in that area I stop at the Goodwill Store near there. I never walk out with empty hands. Their book department is the best. Again yesterday I was not disappointed. I bought two books. Here is one of them - I'll share the other one soon.

This little book is full of the most precious watercolor art by Carolyn Shores Wright. You can peek inside this book or buy it here. Carolyn's art work is available to see and purchase on several websites. A search will easily direct you to sites where you can see the exquisite work and detail of her talent. I hope you will take time to look at her paintings. I'm sure you will appreciate them as much as I do. While I would love to show you more of her work here, due to copyright laws and my respect for her I will not share her artwork on my blog. You probably will see this little book again sometime - I've put it next to a sweet little birdhouse on a table in my living room.

The foundation of this little book may be the old hymn "Under His Wings", a favorite of mine that I sing often. It brings peace and security whenever I sing it.

Under His wings I am safely abiding,
Tho the night deepens and tempests are wild;
Still I can trust Him, I know He will keep me,
He has redeemed me and I am His child.
Under His wings, under His wings,
Who from His love can sever?
Under His wings my soul shall abide,
Safely abide forever.

Under His wings, what a refuge in sorrow!
How the heart yearningly turns to His rest!
Often when earth has no balm for my healing,
There I find comfort, and there I am blessed.
Under His wings, under His wings,
Who from His love can sever?
Under His wings my soul shall abide,
Safely abide forever.

Under His wings, oh, what precious enjoyment!
There will I hide till life’s trials are o’er;
Sheltered, protected, no evil can harm me,
Resting in Jesus, I’m safe evermore.
Under His wings, under His wings,
Who from His love can sever?
Under His wings my soul shall abide,
Safely abide forever.
Imagine a mama hen gathering her chicks under her wings to protect them from harm. That's what I visualize when I sing this song. That's the sense I have when I read the Scripture and poetry and look at the sweet pictures in this dear little book.
Hymn: Under His Wings - Words by William O. Cushing - Music by Ira D. Sankey

Wednesday, July 18, 2007

Grandma's Apron

While cleaning and reorganizing my sewing room recently I found things I didn't remember. I don't know what that says about the condition of my sewing room or the state of my memory!

Aprons are making a come-back and are becoming popular again, especially vintage and vintage-style aprons. While surfing several blogs I have seen some wonderful old aprons and reproductions. Here is one exciting find in my sewing room. This pattern was free - "Compliments of Penney's". I love the advertisement on the back. I don't remember fabric at the Penney's stores where I shopped, do you? Maybe someday I'll make these aprons; if I do, I'll be sure and share them with you.

While I like these aprons, and this wonderful pattern, there is an apron "pattern" that I treasure far more - my great-grandmother's apron. Nanny always wore aprons at home and most of my memories of her include an apron. After she was gone my grandmother gave me one of Nanny's aprons and I loved it. When I was first married I wore it often until it began to fall apart. Because it was Nanny's apron, and because it was so comfortable and practical, I saved the tattered treasure and carefully took it apart. It became a pattern for more wonderful "Nanny" aprons. I planned to make aprons from this pattern but I never did. I carefully placed the pieces in a little bag and it has moved from town-to-town, house-to-house with us through the years. Now I have fabric similar to the original apron and I hope to make one very soon. When it's finished you will be among the first to see it. The following poem describes Nanny's apron perfectly. It's almost as if it was written for her.

The strings were tied, it was freshly washed, and maybe even pressed.
For Grandma, it was everyday to choose one when she dressed.
The simple apron that it was, you would never think about;
the things she used it for, that made it look worn out.
She may have used it to hold some wildflowers that she'd found.
Or to hide a crying child's face when a stranger came around.
Imagine all the little tears that were wiped with just that cloth.
Or it became a potholder to serve some chicken broth.
She probably carried kindling to stoke the kitchen fire.
To hold a load of laundry, or to wipe the clothesline wire.
When canning all her vegetables, it was used to wipe her brow.
You never know, she might have used it to shoo flies from the cow.
She might have carried eggs in from the chicken coop outside.
Whatever chore she used it for, she did them all with pride.
When Grandma went to heaven, God said she now could rest.
I'm sure the apron that she chose, was her Sunday best.
-by Tina Trivett-
Edited on September 16, 2007 to add: When I originally wrote this post I did not know who wrote the poem I included. I loved the poem the way I posted it - it fit my great grandmother perfectly just the way it was. However, I have since learned that Tina Trivett wrote this poem in honor of her own dear grandmother. It was subsequently altered and changed and published on many websites. Tina recently found my blog and after reading a version of her poem here she left a comment to tell me that she was the original poet and to encourage me to check it out and possibly include the original version. After checking out her story I was moved by the fact that the words of the poem she wrote for a much-loved grandmother had been changed by others and that credit was not being given where it was due. I strongly believe that a poet, an author, an artist, a composer should be honored for the talent and inspiration they give to others. With that in mind I have changed the poem on this post in the spirit of honor and thanks to Tina for putting into words what I wish I could have written in memory of my great grandmother's ever-present apron. Thank you, Tina - and thank you for letting us know of your work. You can find more of Tina's poetry on her poetry blog.

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

Nature's Praise

Early every the morning the trees behind our back fence are filled with birds sweetly singing and chatting with each other. They sound so happy and I'm sure they are singing songs of praise for a new day. As I listened to them this morning I thought of a song I learned in kindergarten:

The birdies in the treetop sing their song,
The angels sing their chorus all day long,
The flowers in the garden blend their hue,
So why shouldn't I? Why shouldn't you
Praise Him too?

Later I looked out the patio doors and saw this little bird resting on the fence. She seemed to be so relaxed.

Suddenly she was aware that I was there. Her posture changed and she stood at attention.

Within a moment she slipped into the big fig tree beside her. A while later I peeked out of the window and saw her there again - this time she was facing me and watching. She wasn't going to be caught by surprise again! When she saw me she quickly moved back into the tree. I think she has a nest in that tree and she was probably enjoying a few minutes of peace and rest while her little ones had a morning nap! Every mother understands the need for quiet moments.

I walked away from the window and I thought of the little song from childhood again, this time with such sweet memories of the days when I was so young and my kindergarten teacher - a sweet, gracious Christian lady who I loved dearly - taught me to sing a song of praise.

Monday, July 16, 2007

The World At My Door

From time to time I would like to share glimpses of my world with you . As with you, there are many parts to my life so I will try to share something special from my home, my neighborhood, my family, the world in which I work and minister or wherever my life takes me. Welcome to my home - here is the world at my front door.

This cute, little weathered birdhouse welcomes you to my home in the spring and summertime.
When you approach my front door you will see this special little girl with her dog and watering can. I'm sure you will enjoy the restful sounds of water flowing over the rocks and into the pool below them. This is just below our big living room window. The roof extends from the house over the little front porch and this planter. This area was overgrown by plants that previous owners had added through the years and it was very hard to maintain. We cleaned it out and started over. It needs more plants and we will continue to work on it as we can. Until it's finished we enjoy the changes we've made so far.

A pot of pansies adds color to the entry area.

Black-eyed Susans (Thumbergia), in a bright yellow pot, climb up a wrought iron teepee-style trellis. The exquisite colors capture the attention of nearly everyone who visits.
A miniature tree rose nearby draws attention. The picture may fool your eye - the bloom above is small and delicate. Can you see the water on the petals?

I would love it if you could come up the walk to my front door and enjoy each of the things that await your arrival. Until that time, enjoy this glimpse of the world at my front door.

Sunday, July 15, 2007

My Mansion

Yesterday as we drove far out into the country to attend my sweetheart's company picnic we passed a lot of new, large homes. Most of these homes were built on small acreages so they are not close to their neighbors and many of them have fantastic views of the surrounding foothills and mountains. As we headed home after the picnic we saw a new, winding road that disappeared quickly into a wooded area. The sign at the corner said, "New view homes for sale." When I wondered what was down that road my sweetheart turned and we entered a world that seemed to be hidden away from where we had been just moments earlier. Beyond the stand of tall evergreen trees the world opened up to a panoramic view of heavily wooded hills beyond and several new homes that were designed to take advantage of that view. One home caught my eye and we stopped to look at it.
I knew instantly that I would love to live there. The house sat right on the edge of the hill, surrounded by views from nearly every window. Everything was so quiet and it seemed worlds apart from the noisy street where we live. Since it was for sale and no one was living in the home I stepped outside the car with camera in hand and walked around the house. I walked to the back to see what views future homeowners will enjoy. My sweetheart quickly joined me and in a few minutes we were standing on the backyard deck high above the ground. The view almost took my breath away! So peaceful, so serene, so much of the beauty I love in the Pacific Northwest. While peeking through the windows I discovered that the kitchen sink is right at the corner of the house -- this is the view from the corner windows over the sink. (I would be willing to wash a lot of dishes just to look at this!)

As we drove away I told my sweetheart that it was a lovely house but I was very happy to go back to my little home that God gave us. This song by Ira Stanphil came to mind and I've seen humming it ever since.

Verse One

I’m satisfied with just a cottage below,

A little silver and a little gold;

But in that city where the ransomed will shine,

I want a gold one that’s silver lined.


I’ve got a mansion just over the hilltop,

In that bright land where we’ll never grow old;

And someday yonder we will never more wander,

But walk the streets that are purest gold.

Verse Two

Though often tempted, tormented, and tested,

And like the prophet my pillow a stone;

And though I find here no permanent dwelling,

I know He’ll give me a mansion my own

Verse Three

Don’t think me poor or deserted or lonely;

I’m not discouraged, I’m heaven bound.

I’m just a pilgrim in search of a city,

I want a mansion, a harp, and a crown.

I know that the home we saw is not a mansion by the world's standards. I know there are houses that truly are mansions but this house is much bigger than mine (at a cost much more than mine!). It seems like a mansion to a lot of people. I thought of the little home in Mexico where I stood with a precious Christian sister. She was a gracious hostess and quickly invited me in -- two rooms, no plumbing, dirt floor, chickens and dogs running in an out. Yet she was as happy as I because she knew God's faithfulness and grace. She was thankful to have a home built of concrete blocks, with a "real" roof built by friends God had sent her way. Many people in her neighborhood had homes made of sticks and cardboard and they hoped to be fortunate enough to have blue plastic tarps for roofs. My humble little house would be a mansion to Marta and her neighbors. I am so blessed! Someday she and I be together again and we will each have a mansion - a real mansion - because Jesus said,

"In My Father’s house are many mansions;

if it were not so, I would have told you.

I go to prepare a place for you.

And if I go and prepare a place for you,

I will come again and receive you to Myself;

that where I am, there you may be also."

John 14:2-3

Saturday, July 14, 2007

The Pleasure of Your Company is Requested

Today I am here with my sweetheart. This is the day for his annual company picnic and we have gone away for the day -- out of town; out of state! We are about an hour from home at this beautiful private park, east of Vancouver, Washington. We will enjoy time with my sweetheart's friends and coworkers and their families, eat delicious food, play lots of games with fantastic prizes and spend a peaceful, quiet day in this refreshing open-air place. The picnic was held here last year and we hoped we could return again. It was so much fun that we stayed all day. Here's are some of the things we might do -
Gather here and
  • meet friends,
  • eat lunch together ,
  • play bingo for very nice prizes;

Ride paddleboats on the lake;

Enjoy the kids' safari play area;

Drink pink lemonade from fountains all through the park;

(Yes, it really is pink lemonade!)

Walk over trails through the woods.

This is a magical place to spend a day away from the demands of life and the noise of the city. We will enjoy our day relaxing in this beautiful part of God's creation. And when we return home we will be tired but we will have fond memories of our day together and the pleasure we had at the company picnic.

Friday, July 13, 2007

Look What I Found!

Today my dear mother and I went to some garage sales. We each found special, unexpected treasures. I collect yellow pottery and when I woke this morning I never dreamed that tonight I would own such a special piece. I have seen them and admired them in antique stores and I've hoped to someday have one of my own. I found a gently used yellow Hall China Lipton Premium Tea Pot with Cozy for $10.00! It sells online for $40-50.

In 1935, Hall made the French-shape teapot for Lipton in its different colors. They were marked "Lipton Tea" on the bottom. Later teapots had no strainer like the first ones and were marked "Lipton Tea Made in USA" on the bottom. Later, Lipton offered a "Cozy Cover" teapot as a premium.

This is the Lipton Premium Cozy Cover Teapot. It holds 6 cups and is in excellent condition. The lid is flat. The cozy is lined, has a knob and fits over the entire pot.

The teapot handles are shaped slightly different from the similar style that was produced by Hall for Forman. Yellow has been the only color reported and these are marked "Hall" in a circle on the bottom.

I will cherish this special teapot for many years and enjoy using it when I share tea with friends. If you are ever in my neighborhood, please stop by. I'll make a pot of tea in my yellow Cozy Cover Teapot and we will have a fine time together.