Shelley china is considered the best representative of the Staffordshire England potteries, with over 15,000 diverse patterns, many of which were designed by noted artists. Shelley china exceptionally thin, with a similar to Belleek china, and very strong. Some pieces are highly collectible.
The Wileman family, who owned a large pottery, Foley works, established a second pottery for the express purpose of producing fine china. Joseph Shelley became a partner some time after 1870.
About 1910, a legal battle ensued over the use of the name “Foley”. Mr. Shelley lost the battle and officially renamed his pottery in 1925 to “Shelley”. It reached its peak in the 20’s & 30’s, and during the war, it was permitted to continue to produce fine china because they had a strong export business. Shelly’s reputation continued to grow throughout the war, and by the 1950’s its production was at its best. The company was sold to Allied Potteries in 1966.
The inside of the cup and the saucer are green, while the outside of the cup is white, and the handle is pink. Flowers adorn the outside as well as inside the bottom of the cup. The cups’ shape, “chester”. has indented edges. It’s pattern is similar to this mint green and pale pink Shelley tea cup was made between 1945-1966.
Tea to the English is really a picnic indoors. -Alice Walker
Growing up, I liked to look at my Mom had a Golden Book of Poetry. My favourite poem was this one:
Mud is very nice to feel
All squishy squashy between the toes.
I’d rather wade in wiggly mud
Than smell a yellow rose.
Nobody else but the rosebush knows
How nice mud feels
Between the toes.
– Polly Chase Boyden
While this little guy doesn’t resemble a blond pig-tailed girl with rosy cheeks in a pink sundress, I think he shares her sentiment. Cool, sticky mud between the toes.
Dad noticed him and knocked on the window. I had to creep into my Mom’s garden, barefoot and still wearing my nightshirt, to take pics, so I got to enjoy the mud too! 🙂
It’s supposed to rain today. I wonder if anyone else will play in the mud?
Yesterday afternoon, I sat (inside) watching 2 white cabbage butterflies and 1 alfalfa butterfly dancing in the sun. They both looked like tissue paper tied to a string that was being jerked by an unseen puppeteer. They rarely sit, preferring to flit along the surface of the ground.
I ventured out with my camera, sweat running down my back, and my patience paid off.
The alfalfa or orange sulfur butterfly is identified by a small dark mark on the upper wing, which rounds into an oval spot. They are found in fields, along roads and in residential gardens.
Butterflies are not insects,’ Captain John Sterling said soberly. ‘They are self-propelled flowers. -―
This little fellow quite enjoyed my lilac tree earlier this week. He (or she) is a common angle wing butterfly, possibly an eastern comma or gray comma butterfly. Markings for both make it difficult to identify without seeing it with its wings closed. This butterfly is gray and brown when its wings are closed, but brightly coloured when opened. This guy has had a close brush with a predator – note the ragged back wings.
Just living is not enough’, said the butterfly, ‘one must have sunshine, freedom and a little flower.’ Hans Christian Anderson
The fattest and most scrumptious of all flowers, a rare fusion of fluff and majesty, the peony is now coming into bloom. – Henry Mitchell, American Garden writer “Earthman”, 1924-1963
These may not be my best photos of flowers, but it one of my favourite flowers and they are in bloom right now! And what better way to appreciate them than to pass the time admiring them, both through a lens and with the naked eye. They’ve always reminded me of ball gowns, and what girly-girl doesn’t love an over-the-top sparkly, ruffled confection?
It’s only possible to live happily ever after on a day-to-day basis. – Margaret Wander Bonnano