GOODBYE

Enjoy some of the last beauties of 

THE HOUSE IN THE ROSES.

Goodbye...

My dear sweet friends... I hope these last few enchanting days of October find you well.   And what can I say of the things happening around here? Ah something really strange and wonderful and beyond marvelous took place the other day here in the garden...

A celebration. A buzzing of bees. A fluttering. A flapping of wings. A black cat scurried by. Some mysterious shadows under the arbor.... And oh roses... roses roses... lovely, beautiful roses everywhere...

 

 

 

Rose bushes wobble shaggy green heads;

Thin woody arms stretched wide opened—giving giving... 

a profusion of petals everywhere!  

It was truly magical!  Truly enchanting

and after all, perfectly normal.  

You see, this is the house in the roses.  Is it not!   

This was just how my magical garden decided to offer its final goodbyes.

I couldn't ask for anything lovelier, or more enchanting!

    

Fragrant Cloud roses, Unicorn roses, Distant Drums roses, Cinco de Mayo roses, Queen Elizabeth roses, Intrigue roses, Charisma, Sun Sprite, Chicago Peace... the profusion of roses in the garden during these last days of October was beyond magical and I dare say miraculous.   It was almost hard to decide what to do with so many roses... and I should say that's not exactly the right thing to say, right? Who wouldn't want to have this many roses to collect?  Roses are always welcome.  But what to do with so many roses now that my house is practically in total chaos?  Everything boxed up... boxes and boxes scattered around an almost emptied home...

I shared some with my daughter,

and the rest I placed in a special magical box to let dry there as they please

and take them with me...

as a memorabilia of lovely magical days spent at a home called

THE HOUSE IN THE ROSES.

 

Witches too came to offer a proper goodbye...

sweet enchanting witches in silly tutus...

naughty witches too.

I saw one of them swinging from the callery pear tree...

"wee-wee"—she taunted and laughed...

swinging; swinging higher and higher... 

Her striped covered legs almost reaching as high as the highest tree tops... 

  

Yipee! A rush of dried leaves swirled and fluttered around her...

She must had fallen off the tree me thinks because all I can remember is just seeing a swirl of crimson leaves and striped legs mingling up in a sorts of a blurry hazy vision...

When I looked again, she was gone.  Just like that!

Puff!

Disappeared

She did leave behind some clues...
for me to follow her up all the day down to Hollow Woods, I suppose! 

Oh I'm sure I'll be seeing them witches again.  

If not here at the house in the roses, wherever I may be...

but we'll meet again for sure!

The moving trucks will be here early tomorrow morning. They will be taking all of our humble possessions down the Yellow Big Road of life, where a new chapter in the book of our lives will be written.

What I have lived and left here at THE HOUSE IN THE ROSES it cannot be re-lived; it cannot go with me. Therefore, I am gathering every memory, every joy and tear sown here into a bouquet of what constitute my story, and leaving it here.... right here, in this blog. Where they belong.

I will not be writing here any longer. This blog ends with the end of our days here. I must start a new blog once we're settled in our new home. In the mean while, whenever possible, I will be sharing our road adventures with you, HERE. Our gypsy caravan is ready. We are taking it with us and we will be stopping along the way to rest and camp.

It's been delightful and, so rewarding in so many ways, getting to know each and every one of you.... I'm taking you all in my thoughts and in my heart of hearts...

Greens

I bought a couple of Rachel Ashwell pillows at Target the other day...

Smitten as I was by all this yumminest of aquamarines and blues and serene greens on the pillows, I got inspired to paint...

I'm talking about furniture painting, of course... And thus, I decided it was definitely time (again) to change the paint color on some of the furniture in my 'girly' room upstairs.   I love pink... I do, but for some reason my heart is not into pink lately.  Color infatuation comes and goes around here depending on moods and other fanciful dreams... and thus, I opted for green this time.

  

Remember this little vintage piece here in soft pink?

Then turned into this... (same wall, with wallpaper now)

And now is green!

Isn't green one of the loveliest color ever?  And there's so many variations and shades of it to chose from... moss green, myrtle green, pine green, tea green, olive green, celadon, emerald, jade... you name it....

I chose to do a two-tone color... Clubhouse green (dark) and Paradise green (light) from Valspar.

I bought these aquamarine pulls at Michael's – $1.00 awhile ago. Didn't know exactly what was I going to do with them back then... now I know!  Perfect color too!

I have to admit that the distressed finished is not my favorite style for my home.  I prefer to finish my furniture in a shiny, high-gloss finish. It had something to do I guess with my childhood and having grown up in a poor home were furniture (and practically everything else) were passed down from generation to generation... years and years of chipped, peeling paint, rust and weathered furniture was the standard of the poor.  Very shabby, but certainly not chic.

Oh and did you notice my new boho fabric-covered boxes?  I am so head over heels in love with this...

 Love love love them!  Half price off - at Hobby Lobby!

PS:  I cannot wish for better days, or lovelier weather; so exquisite with chilly mornings and soft sunshine throughout the day; with nippy nights closing up as early as 5:30pm. By four, sunshine starts turning into a misty fairydust of a light; like a feathered vision of some sorts, the atmosphere gets imbued with itty bitty creatures that seems to glow and dance in the mellow afternoon light. It's the magical light of autumn.

 My husband is coming 'home' to the house in the roses this Thursday. I'm excited. My heart is overflowing with mixed emotion, as we're finally getting closer to a definite move. One more week, and we'll be parting away from our home of 28 years; leaving behind some very dear people. I am shocking in a river of emotion as I write this. I wish I could shut my mind and my heart for a little while... if maybe, by doing so, I could quieted my sadness away.

What can I say? I truly want to believe with all my heart that we're following the path that God has called us to walk. May quietness and trust enhance my awareness of His presence.