Sunday, December 30, 2012

HAPPY NEW YEAR!



A new year is unfolding—like a new rose with petals curled tightly 

concealing the beauty within.

 I wish for you and yours 

A cup full of joy, 

Peace, 

Hope, 

Dreams 

And magical moments with those you love.... 

Put in about one teaspoonful of good spirits, 

A dash of imagination, 

A pinch of folly, 

A sprinkling of fun 

And a heaping cupful of good humor 

And faith. 

 A big thank you to you my friend, for being a huge part of my life and everyday happiness...

Happy New 2013 from THE HOUSE IN THE ROSES TO YOURS!



Friday, December 28, 2012

Then and now...

The then's and the now's...









I have memories - but only a fool stores his past in the future. ~David Gerrold

 Looking forward to those lovely Mays and Junes DAYS!


Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Snow in the magical garden...

Early this morning—big fluffy flakes appeared out of nowhere. Ashen speckles of snow the color of the sky, drifted down in a slow dance; like magic before my eyes. Flurries sheltered the dull landscape in fantastical designs as a low mist meandered through the garden like lost ghosts.

The empty garden...

Such beautiful feelings bring the snow in you. Yes, ‘feelings’, because one must feel things first in order to know them, or see them. And thus, feeling the snow in some mysterious place deep down in my soul, I go out—fairytales growing in my heart.


I wonder if perhaps I’m in another place. Snow does that to you, you know. You see things in a different way, the familiar and dear disappear and before your very eyes emerges this enchanted world; a world somewhat distorted and strange, yet ever so alluring and enchanting.

 Secret garden door...



It's like walking in some strange land, a place never seen before… even I, am not the same person I was minutes before. I’m someone else walking in some enchanted forest made out of icicles and trees and tree branches of twinkling stars. There are fairies and goblins in the midst, and you look at them and wonder whether these creatures have always been here or, if perhaps, the giant Father Time had them frozen from the dawn of time and just now had placed them here to tease the eye and make you believe in things that are not.

 

Is like escaping through some magical door. A door hidden from the world, except you know is there—behind the old roses, just at the edge of the garden. You walk on this enchanted snowy forest and, not so far from where you stand is the wolf—white as snow and towering above the bushes; beside him, a wee baby lamb. Leopards and goats, lambs and lions and little children play together in perfect harmony. Hard to believe? Well, you must remember: If you find yourself brave enough to visit this place, you must first convince yourself that truly awesome things can, and will happen. For dreams do come true. Sooner or later, they do come true.

Oh no I'm not going mad... no no. Bizarre maybe, even ridiculous at times, but certainly not mad.  That’s just how things are around here when it snows and you go out into a garden thought to be enchanted and then wander through it with all your senses awaken to the mysteries of unseen realms.

The herb border, swirling with snow flurries...



Guardian angel in the snowy garden...


Faded glories of past summers...


A snow-blasted old swing laced with a collar of winterberries and juniper


And creepy feathery creatures too...


Snow-caped berries


Birds in the kitchen...


A snowy web of winter perennials...


Entrance to the snow blanketed garden...



OK, would you like to come through the Magic Door with me? With your imagination there's so much we can see. Oh I think I just saw something… over there behind those bushes by the Magic Door. Is that you? 


You can't come by today?  No worries.  The sky is turning cotton candy pink... it will snow again tomorrow.




See you then?
Linking to: Time Travel
 

Sunday, December 23, 2012

Merry Christmast...

We run into the living room, and there is the Christmas tree and lights on the branches, and tinsel and angels and Christmas balls and lights that bubble, and on the tree, the faces of those who love us and those loved by us... A reminder of love, grace, thankfulness and every blessing we've been bestowed.

It have to be magic. It have to be!











Ah, I'm sure if I look harder I would find your face on my Christmas tree too... cause, just so you will know You mean so much to me!

Merry Christmas to all.


 

Friday, December 21, 2012

Winter Solstice


My eyes scan the desolate landscape and I shudder as a cold wind sweeps the dried leaves across the garden's floor. I hadn't been here in ages—so it seems. The silent of darkness, like a shroud, wraps the garden when I leave the house every morning; yet again enveloped by darkness when I return to it...

It is the same, day after day. Days are too short. Nights are too long. And how my heart longs for it... to be there, to live there again, yet, only able to hug it from whatever conform my soul can find behind the window.

I miss it... I miss this dear precious place where I find so much comfort and solace. But I am here today—in the garden. Frozen mist hugs it, obscuring the solitary expanse, and I feel this immense love for it, as if perhaps it were a living thing with a living soul and a heart that, just like mine, can feel and it can cry and love and let it self be loved.

It murmurs hushed words, like lovers do, and I can hear it breathing and feel its loneliness as if it were my very own... a little chickadee trapped in longings so deep. But then I realize that today is the Winter Solstice; a day of rebirth—of renewal. It won't be too long now. Longer days will return, tip toeing slowly the sun will return; the song sparrows will start to sing again...

Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Dried roses love

What a desolate place would be a world without flowers...
 

Pure, undiluted, untouched joy to me...



A flowerless room is a soulless room... let there be roses; wilted, dried, just petals...





In this room lays an invincible summer made out of dried roses from my garden...


I love the combination of dried roses and silk



 
 
 
There is something about dried roses that are so beautiful to me. I think they are almost prettier than when they are alive.




I love that they actually dry in the water. No hanging them upside down or anything... EASY!!


I find it extra hard to part from my dried roses.  
 
 
I know, I have more dried roses than I should.  So this afternoon I was finally able to muster up enought courage to trash some of them. 



It was so hard seeing them in the trash still so lovely... Ah but there will be more summers to come and more roses and more joy around the corner... 


OK, guess I'm anticipating myself a little bit... You see, there's a winter storm watch in effect starting tonight, and it could be an interesting one. Sorry, I'm not one to faint with glee over snow, but if you are, you're welcome to spend the night... Yes?  OK, I'll go make some hot chocolate and get the cozy Alpaca wool blanket from the closet.  They're the best for a cold winter's night! ;)


Thank you for coming by my friend... and thanks to those of you who take the time to leave some love behind...

Love ya!