Jewel-box memoirs by that prolific chronicler of the sunny acres of Stillmeadow, Cape Cod's snug harbors, the caprices of small animals, the coziness of bubbling tea kettles, and above the conviviality of good friends and neighbors. Again Miss Taber, now in her seventies, serves her following well. There are no analyses of the innermost Gladys (she hates the name). Except for gentle memories of her first love (through her Wisconsin high school, WW I, and college) and some crossroads musings, G.T. skims quickly over such matters as her marriage, her musician husband's crippling deafness and his death, the loss of her college roommate and Stillmeadow companion Jill. She recalls early childhood travels with a talented, restless father and a quiet mother; relives work with agreeable editors in the Ladies Home Journal heyday; and at last, moves to Connecticut and the Cape. Now there are pleasures like New Year's Day with a country ham baking and watching a January blizzard by the fireplace. ""There is always something to experience if we have the perception to experience it."" Just the right spring tonic for wintry spirits among the Stillmeadow circle.