Autumn roses

Winter has definitely settled among the autumnal leaves scattered in the garden.  I’ve been sitting outside warming my soul by the fire, and I should give you a tour of the quieted winter garden, for the merry season of the year has born... like the bright berries on the cherry tree.  

And I will... I will show you around soon, but the last glories of this past fall—October, are forcing me to show you how the garden looked just a few weeks ago.

It looked like the world was covered in a cobbler crust of brown sugar and cinnamon. 

Then... there are the last roses of the year.  Hanging from their branches like tissue paper roses right before the petals drop.

They truly do become art specimens... like the jewels on a woman on a vintage painting...

 

I do love fresh roses.... but I truly think that when they dry on the bush, they acquire a special type of beautify that it is almost magical...

 

I love the peaceful of the garden this time of the year, love dried roses still hanging on green leaves, the mist of mornings and the golden light of late afternoons... I love October and love loving it all!

I hope you all are doing good... be happy be close to the real source of happiness!

God bless!

 

 

October

October, what is it in you, what magic you bring with you to send my heart aglow?  You bring a quiet peacefulness to the garden, and even amid world chaos, you bring days of relieve.  You bring us outside and let us sit under the umbrellas of a gentle sun, feeling only peace...  

I wear my flowery skirts and sit under your spell...

Warm mid-day breezes, cool mornings and delicious evenings, insects have moved away 

and you brought to the garden the perfume of late blooms again.  

What is it not to love about you, October! Even your name is lovely— October!  

It is no wonder I was born cradled in your arms. 

Lemon mint is sweeping floors with spices and one of the clematis is in bloom for the first time.  

And all those rose bushes I thought I'd never see a rose on them again, have forgiven me, and they have forgiven Nature's demise of the early months and have, once again, put forth their flowers.

They have gifted me their jewels again, right the end of the season, just to remind me that hope always triumphs and that life is precious and it is worth of living. 

I have always been enamored of October.  It is the perfect season and the perfect lover of the heart.  If I could I would make me a home in October, I would call it by name and made me a crown with its jewels.  I am an October child.  

Roses at the end of the season is a gift from above.

Oh, but everything else is too...  

“In the entire circle of the year there are no days so delightful as those of a fine October, when the trees are bare to the mild heavens, and the red leaves bestrew the road, and you can feel the breath of winter, morning and evening—no days so calm, so tenderly solemn, and with such a reverent meekness in the air.” Alexander Smith

Enjoy each and every little miracle call blessings,

my friend!

September

September slipped by almost without a notice.  Days in days out and here we are, already standing on the brink of another month. It is a big month—October is.  Big in every aspect of life, big in you, big in me... and I sit and watch the world go round and round, and ask myself if I’m prepared for what’s coming. 

It is as if autumn had arrived a bit earlier this year too.  Much earlier that it is supposed to, or used to be, and as it is, myriads of yellow leaves are already covering green grasses, and over and above the garden, an invisible hand had spread out that veil of quietness and stillness, so proper of the autumnal days.  

We are ahead of things.  Ahead of time and time is running out.  

I am living my life as I should, I am finding refuge and solace in the Invisible, I want to sell and move to the country, leave the big cities—hide.  Under His wings.

This weekend I worked again in the garden.  Grasses and shrubs have recovered to a new lushness and freshness and roses have put new healthy leaves again and buds of all colors are forming... and perhaps, I will even get to see some more roses before the season comes to an end?  I live in expectancy and sometimes miracles happen. 

The Tatarian Maple I planted two years ago has finally taken a flight and it is almost reaching the necessary height to conceal the two-story house on the other side of the fence. 

It is lovely, just lovely to be surrounded by Nature.  My dream of moving to the country side or a place outside a subdivision it is still pretty much alive, even more now when mass migration from burning California and Washington State is finding a new home in our beautiful Idaho.  It is upsetting—the amount of new homes, the proximity, the increasing population and the loss of peaceful, beautiful, open spaces and farmland that only yesterday were ours.  All gone now. 

Times are changing for sure. And I’m afraid that it will continue on changing with a scary increasing swiftness.   

This and that

Monday, August 17—summer is over.  I know it is.  This realization came most unexpectedly upon me this very morning the moment I came down from our upstairs bedroom and stepped into our kitchen... from outside those windows, the darkest night was peeking through.  I looked at it and she looked at me and I couldn’t believe how sudden and how unexpected the seasons had started changing. 

Earth has rotated, the clock has moved and by 6:30am it is still as dark as dark can be.  When did that happened?  I mean, this change?  

Right until yesterday we used to wake up by the power of daylight.  Light shining through our morning.  Light peeking through windows and openings.  But that’s not anymore. 

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Sept 5

How many days and weeks have passed since I last wrote. Days go by like water escapes through our fingers, and here we are standing at the brink of yet another ending. 

I have pruned again and again...  once, twice, or three more times; this time, not caring where I cut or what I took out or pulled out for good... like the phlox and the lilies.  

Is it alright to take things out of the garden without the feel of guilt hanging from your thoughts?  It is, and I’m done with much of it.  The heat this year has been beyond believe, as never before, and with me working full time outside our home there’s absolutely no desire whatsoever to deal with the pests and infestation that has come down this year over my precious garden.  So, I didn't feel bad about having removed and pulled things out for good. 

 

I’m trying to do the same inside the house.  These days of retrospection have made me want to simplify my life; simplify my home and so I just closed my eyes to the unnecessary in life and have given away things I'd had never done before.

I should had sold a few of these things I gave away, but selling bring its own stress, and thus I rather give than sell.  

I have cleaned my closet deeply; which means I have gotten rid of most of my shoes; particularly high heels that I know I won't use nor want to use again, as well as purses and bags and jewelry...  Even if I still love these things, I’m done with them.  So out of my closet and my life they went.

I gave away a lot of those little things I used to love years ago; the things you acquire and accumulate through the years just because you had a blog and needed to post pretty things all the time or because you saw something you like on someone’s else’s blog and you needed to have it too or make it or whatever it was...  I’m done with all of that... done with the accumulation of unnecessary things.

I want to leave light, walk in the light and have my house free of a lot of things I won’t use again or don’t want to use again.  And thus, yes, my friends, age changes you, life changes and it changes you—at least it does it to me...  and my thoughts and my desires are on another level these days. 

If I should find pleasure with anything these days it would have to be my plants... they are my pastime and my therapy.  They make me so happy and they give our home such vibe...

They are living things, they respire, move, and respond to stimuli and they give me something to love and do from the conform of my home.

 

Remember my cute little candlelight lamp?

I decided to paint it white...

Take care my friend...

Be safe

Keep your faith alive!