Wednesday, July 19, 2017

My place to be...

What an amazing, joyful moment of the day is, when I get to go out to the front porch and sit under the sizzling hours of mid afternoon, to just be... to only listen to the familiar sounds of summer, the songs of birds, and the high-pitch hum of cicadas.


Did you know that cicadas start to emerge only after a 17-year wait to mate?  And where was I 17 years ago when, here, on these same woods and trees this brood of cicadas was already waiting for 'today'?  Nature certainly never ceases to amaze me.


The Annabelle hydrangeas have grown more, and expanded beyond themselves even more this year.   Unlike the blue and pink hydrangeas, Annabelle blooms every year even after a severe pruning and intensely cold winters. The huge, white drumstick blooms appear in profusion without fail every summer.


Had I known how reliable these flowers are and how much I'd loved them, I would had planted them as a hedge in front of the holly bushes by our front porch, where instead I chose to plant that row of Iceberg roses, which have never done well, and have always adopted that spindly, leggy appearance since the very beginning.



This afternoon I went outside and collected bunches of hydrangeas to make bouquets... 



It was hot, but under the canopies of trees that protrude from the woods it felt comfortable and tepid and I found myself mystified by the sounds of summer, and the dark emerald shades of the woods, quiet and timing with life as they are.  


This is what I love about summer, the strength and vigor of it.  The being wild and slow, old and yet growing young buds of dreams. For me, it is a magic that must be written in the old pages of my soul. We are all wanderers on this earth, and my heart is full of wonder, and my soul deep with dreams...


I wake up every morning and go to work, and miss those magical hours of my days... at 8:00, and 9:00 and then again mid morning around 10:00 in the little white cottage.  I miss my home, being able to enjoy my freedom... miss my feathery friends; the fishes in the pond, the squirrels and their shenanigans around the garden and the mystifying sounds of the woods... even at the office, my heart is silently the one with the messy hair, the dirty feet and that wild sparkle in its eyes... 


Even with the huge amount of mosquitoes and insects that come with this wild, hot humid life of the south, I'm still so much in love with my garden. Love our little white cottage and its quiet surroundings, love the peace I find here, always welcoming and comforting...


The minute I enter this door, I am at peace with my soul again... 


“I felt a pang -- a strange and inexplicable pang that I had never felt before.  It was homesickness.  Now, even more than I had earlier when I'd first glimpsed it, I longed to be transported into that quiet little landscape, to walk up the path, to take a key from my pocket and open the cottage door, to sit down by the fireplace, to wrap my arms around myself, and to stay there forever and ever.” ― Alan Bradley, The Weed That Strings the Hangman's Bag


Sunday, July 16, 2017

My style... what's yours?

If you have been reading me, or coming here for awhile now, most probably you already know how I adore the eclectic gypsy look, or boho chic style... 


If you are not familiar with such style, it simply means flowy skirts and dresses, vintage accessories, junk jewelry, crocheted, lace dresses, tops, hats, and bags, beads, fringe, lots of shawls and natural-crazy looking hair.  


Except during our hot summer days, I wear a lot of boots during spring, fall and winter....


Layers layers layers...
I love handkerchief hem skirts and dresses
paired with boots...


Breezy, lightweight, flowing skirts for summer 


Paired with floral bell-sleeve blouses


Be sure to wear flowers in your hair too!


When we visited Spain last year, street gypsies gathered around me trying to sell me their lovely shawls...  I bought one... or two!


This is my winter look.
Lots of layered skirts paired with my 70's thrift store
Stevie Nick's style boots...


I love this long fringed-sweater so much!
  

A key ingredient in boho chic style is comfort — you’ll see a lot of soft, loose-fitting, flowy clothes, often worn in layers. Maxi dresses (full-length, usually loose-fitting dresses) are a great example of the flowy comfort common to this style...


This flowy floral thrift store skirt is one of my favorites ever. On going through my stash of photographs the other day I found out that this skirt had travelled with me to more than one country round the world...


 In Israel this year


...and in Spain last year


(Did you noticed the guy reading beside me... an American for sure! haha)
Nobody ever wears shorts in Europe, except for tourists!
Even if it is in the midst of summer, please do not wear your shorts in Europe... 
Just saying ;)


This long fringed crocheted shawl on the photograph above is one of my favorite ever
I use it almost every day during our mild winter days
and lucky for me, it was a thrift store find!


I also love jewelry... at a flea market I always head for the junk jewelry table first.

Love it!



"Jewelry and pins have been worn throughout history as symbols of power, sending messages. Interestingly enough, it was mostly men who wore the jewelry in various times, and obviously crowns were part of signals that were being sent throughout history by people of rank" (Madeleine Albright)



I like jewelry. Big rings, weird necklaces. 
Old books, long flowy skirts, clean wild hair and open skies... 
I like the smell of rain, I like mornings and sunshiny days.  
My heart is a bohemian wandering the earth.  




"Whether I'm making a recipe or a piece of jewelry or a white-rose-and-jasmine tea or the perfume, I like to think of myself as a happy little sorceress, and if I could just have a little general store with all that stuff and give people a sense of my taste, that would be lovely". Padma Lakshmi


Do you have an specific style you love, or certain clothes you like to wear, or see yourself going back to again and again?  I'd love to hear about it! 

Until the next time...




Thursday, July 13, 2017

Mornings at the cottage

Rise and shine. I’ve always held such fondness for that sweet old phrase. As though we are all little Suns. As though we are all someone’s Day...


Ah yes, have I ever mentioned how I adore mornings?  I love early mornings!  I love it when I feel like a rest of the world is the fast asleep and you’re the only one who’s awake and everything feels like it isn’t really real and you kind of forget about all your problems because for now it’s just you, the world and the sunrise. 


Little lights are turn on everywhere for a little bit...
Until the sun comes out...


Then we sit down for breakfast...
This is our July window... the view from our breakfast table each morning...


And outside feels dreamy, and the sun is shinning down upon the little white cottage in golden globules of joy, and blessings untold...



I then get to go to work and miss the rest of my morning hours.  I miss them so much... miss my feathery friends, the fishes, squirrels and the mystifying sounds of the woods... even at the office, my heart is silently the one with the messy hair, the dirty feet and that wild sparkle in its eyes... even with the huge amount of mosquitoes that comes with it, I love my garden, our little white cottage and its quiet surroundings, and I do miss all this terribly now that I work outside the home...


 Fairy lights on the coffee station and open shelves are kept on all day long.  I just love little lights!


Our cozy room...


I think is about to rain, and my heart is awaiting for that sound of thunder, and the mystical power of wind, and rain.  I hope you all are doing marvelous wherever you are... and that life is bringing happiness and comforts a-bunch your way!  Until our next meeting, stay happy!

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Sunday, July 9, 2017

Disappointment

The months of July, and August in the south—what a big disappointment they are to me.  And nature is gobbling up the garden.  Overgrown tree branches cram flowerbeds merciless, lianas and woody vines hung down from trees forming living curtains above roses and elephant ears, defeating space, and overpowering their beauty, and the amount of weed, heat, mosquitoes and creatures that suck up your blood the minute you're out!—it all escapes the best of my efforts in trying to maintain the garden looking the way I'm used to, and want to.   I bleakly dub the south "compassionless"!  Would I do this again? I mean, would I create another garden in this dismay of a place?



When we moved to the south, I remember someone asking me if I was planning on creating another garden here, just as I'd done at the house in the roses, to which I responded immediately without the smallest hesitation... of course I would!  Well, ask me again! 

I remember wishing for longer summers and mellower temperatures when living at the house in the roses.  I remember wishing for a longer season to live my life in the garden, more lunches and dinners al fresco, more flowers and pleasures with Nature outside, and the saddest thing was, I truly believed I was to live my dream here in the south... what a disappointment it's been!  Yes, we have a longer planting season here, longer days, warmer days, a lot of flowers, but what's all this good for, when you can't enjoy it?


I know my feelings will dramatically turn around comes spring again, which is my favorite season here in the south, and the only time one can go out and still feel comfortable, but right now I'm rendered helpless. My little gardener's heart had been letdown and I'm disillusioned.  This wild nature of the south is claiming my precious garden for its own, and I have lost my desire to reclaim it back. Weeds and mosquitoes are nature's flotsam, and anarchists around here, and I am definitely finding myself drawn to a different botanical lifestyle... As it is, I'm already ready to put the south on my past, and move on again! 

  
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