Hello

The sound is hard to describe. It’s part buzz, with a little bit of a ring to it and maybe a high-pitched note. The cicada’s song in the surrounding woods. It’s a chorus like no other. And at the bend of the road—a house like no other… They say it’s a lemon. We must bring in an inspector. The cicadas are calling. I love it!

Finding a new home and home in the garden

Spent all day today out in the garden... perfect weather, the perfect amount of sunshine combined with the perfect amount of shade and summer breezes; lovely and peaceful day, with a tweak of grace and grandeur.

 

 

 

I decided to give some of my statues a different home in the garden... 

 

 

Ms. Mermaid here was swallowed up by the tall red and pink knockout roses, so I gave her a more suitable home among the perennials where she is now shinning in her own beauty and it is much easier to see and enjoy... 

Gaia has replaced Ms. Mermaid in the birdbath... looks lovely here methinks!

 

And little Rascal lives under a canopy made of Snowballs and Asiatic lilies. Hope he's happy here!

In the house, fresh vases adorn serene rooms...

 

 

We're flying south tomorrow to check on some houses... I'm wearing this pretty lacey blouse with a skirt... love it!

What do you think of this house below? Fantastic wrap-around porch and hardwood floors throughout on a 3 acres of pure nature... old and plenty of character.   Definitely a must see for sure!

Finding the perfect home is not an easy thing...

 

so much to count into consideration!  Ayyy!  

 

Please say a prayer for good luck! ;)

 

I'll try to visit as much as I can... I'm bringing my computer with me!

 

See you soon! 

 

In the garden and beyond

Lovely cool morning today... mud kissing my feet, thorns tattooing my skin, the smell of fresh earth in my body, in my hair; freckles, blameless wrinkles, and then... then there is this freshness; this glorious newness all around—the second spell of summer, I called it.

 

 

Rose bushes are in full bloom again, indescribable gorgeous marvelous roses... roses hanging from my kitchen windows, roses bursting through my bedroom window... I am trying to store all the magic I see around me in all the quiet spots of my person, so that I may conjure them forth when needed be.  

 

 

 

 

  

The grapevines are almost reaching their fullness—bunching types of grapes ready to offer all their goodness by the end of summer... it's so easy to grow some spectacular grapes around here... and all because of this unique combination of geography, climate and soils found in our valley...

Late summer perennials are filling up my little world with glorious color too...

 

 

Strange little surprises found along the way...

A sign, hidden trails and passageways... an invitation to imagination and some enchanted places...

 

 

Predictable things... unpredictable happenings

 

 

Fairies flitting across a woodland glade... a witch's cottage

found at the bottom of the garden...

and her lovely tomatoes vines growing outside...

 

 

Things that always, always, know how to enchant and take my breath away.

 

Look around, wherever you are, my friend! 

Enchantment is waiting...

Love, joy, peace, mirth and all the good vital forces are

about us just as the atmosphere,

 but because we are sometimes a little blind

we only believe in what we can actually see. 

 

 

Tucking memories away

 Wrapped in Nature's loving arms

A summer bed tucked under grapevines...

Lovers being lullaby to sleep by the enchanting songs of the night...

Under fairy lights like floating stars

Dreamy gypsy nights...

and then...

THE garden looks glorious resting comfortably in the palm of summer; sinuous and lovelier than ever. I am entranced by this green lushness and beauty; the amount of life buzzing, and bustling and growing in it; spellbound I am, rapt in light and deep thoughts as I see, and hear and feel—the hand which sustains it all; this hand which moves the skies and pours out the rains, creating, nourishing, caring for every organism in our beautiful world and beyond it. I am but a speck of dust in the hands of my Creator—waiting, as with all living thing under the sun to be feed and filled with His wonderful peace and light and every goodness there is. "For every beast of the forest is Mine, the cattle on a thousand hills. I know every bird of the mountains, and everything that moves in the field is Mine" (Psalms 50).

I'm tiptoeing over my dream to retain it; be able to keep flowing, keep dreaming... and perhaps, keep the strangers away? For how would I ever forget and forgive myself for throwing away my dream—this Paradise-garden of mine? Would it be cared for when I leave... would it be neglected, ignored? Would it be loved? And if so, how well will it be loved? Would it be enough?

I'm taking it with me—taking my garden with me tucked in my heart in the way of memories... a wedding, a dear little fairy, a baby singing, bright nights, rose petals, a sleepy kitty amidst the hostas, the music of a saxophone beyond the garden gates, birds singing, the miracle of a hummingbird, the song of the cicadas, the gathering of four generations, a dog the color of the sunset, memories tucked away in my heart and mind to store them away so I can later carefully look at them with perspective that only time can provide.