Tuesday, September 24, 2013

The end of a season...

The lonesomeness to it... this kind of sheltered seclusion and quietness which, to my eye, is revealed in all its nakedness, like a sad melody... I can taste the strangeness which shrouds it. I can feel the melancholy which dresses it and gifts the acrid September air with sacred chants and sad low key songs... like an ancient European cemetery...

That's how the garden comes to me this morning; blanketed, as it is, by an endless gray sky, heavy with the prediction of rain... achromatic shades stretching out between white, and black and this sorts of low colorfulness which, in its own magnificent way, impels in me despondency and makes my heart sing low, and with the same intensity.

What I see around me humbles me and exalts me too. Transition. Fade. A final burst of green and growth. The falling away of the leaves and roses, the sleepy garden standing resolute and quiet, knowing its limits and times. It’s beautiful and tragic, as life and death always are.

And thus, I am strolling my sanctuary in slow motion; perhaps strolling it for a last time, or at least for a long while... I am leaving tomorrow to meet my husband at our new place. I may come back in the middle of October. I may not. And the garden knows this very well, and as a way of saying goodbye, it's been gifting me, out of its own free will, with unexpected little jewels: a single rose in sleepy bushes, a new growth amidst the dying... new bright colors under this strange, yet alluring peacefulness, so inherent of ancient cemeteries—roses, and petals posing as poignant collections of graves covered with seashells.

It’s beautiful and sad to watch, to witness, to walk and pray here one more time, and listen to the garden, as it relates its understory under the cold mornings of the end of another September.


 
 
 

Thank you friends, for allowing yourselves to be part of my days, and my life, throughout all these years here at the house in the roses. Thank you for making my days a little bit better, a littler bit sweeter and a hefty lot happier. I am honored and blessed to have known each of you. I am off now, on my way for a little while, and hopefully will see you again soon; if not here at the house in the roses, in whatever place the good Lord has for me somewhere out there.
    
Much love,
 
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Thursday, September 19, 2013

This and that...


Magic Cake.... I so want to try this recipe.  It looks yummy, and I love the name too!


Hot pink toe nails for the fall... so pretty with my new yellow jeweled sandals

 
Love them...
 

Cooler mornings already... it's like magic, the way the garden is transformed every morning...


Morning glory galore...
Deep purple, supple and lovely like a velvety melody...

 
A delicate looking vine, but don't you be deceived by its look...
Morning glories are a proliferous wild thing...
Love how they have covered the witch's little cottage here almost in its entirety...


More morning glory here, growing along the nocturnal bloomers the moonflowers...
perfect for night owls and early morning strollers... like me.


Our grapevines are bursting with sweet organic grapes this time of year...


Time to take my juicer out...


Juicing is an easy way to virtually guarantee that you
 will reach your daily target for vegetables...

 
 
Celery, carrots, beets, baby spinach, apples and grapes galore for my juices...
along with a veggie chicken salad and some sweet potato for lunch... 
Super delicious too!
 

That's it for tonight friends...
Remember the rule:  Follow you heart, 
think positive, 
and oh, don't forget to do more of this...

 
Sweet dreams!
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Wednesday, September 18, 2013

A moment in time

Life all comes down to a few moments. This was one of them...
Early morning light...


The breezes in the early morning have secrets to tell you
Wake up, look around you, give thanks...
It truly is like going back and forth
across the doorsill where this world and the world beyond touch...
This door is real, and it is wide open to whoever wants to believe...


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Saturday, September 14, 2013

Good morning Saturday! You're a true delight!

 Out in the garden searching for lingering summer treasures...

cold clear morning under a mellow sun...
 

“After all," Anne had said to Marilla once, "I believe the nicest and sweetest days are not those on which anything very splendid or wonderful or exciting happens but just those that bring simple little pleasures, following one another softly, like pearls slipping off a string.”
― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Avonlea


Little treasures – things that make me happy
 

 
Dried petals and roses collected from the garden...  
 
 
My jewelry tray...
 

A ballerina dress I found at a thrift store on the Halloween costume rack... love it here!

 


Thank you for coming by... 
 
May the shiny sky form a blanket of warmth on you.
 

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