Painting...

The ‘real’ landscaping people came by yesterday to clean and dispose of the huge fallen trees in the backyard. They worked for hours out there, but even so, no huge transformation is noticeable. 

And the privet looks better just up to some extent, but I’m afraid that trying to make any sense of this strange and indomitable landscape is going to be almost impossible, and we have to understand that this is not the house in the roses; nor are we to expect a garden anything like the one we once had… 

Strangely as it may seem, thought, I am not complaining. And if I decide to go deep into my soul and examine the feelings harbored there, I should not be surprised. I have changed—something in me has changed; quietly and secretly… and I don’t wish for comparisons. I am truly happy and in love with the more natural surroundings in which we now live… oh let the grass grow as it wishes, and let the wind wave the untrimmed honeysuckles and ivy hanging from the trees without care, and let the birds feed on the wild berries growing in the flowerless ground and the privet be the den, nest, burrow, hole, cave and stable for every creature. I would not change a thing. 

And how astonished and amazed I was this morning during our breakfast when my husband shared with me these same feelings… I hadn’t mentioned him the way I feel about this wild garden of ours, and yet we both share the same prerogatives.  How amazing this is to me.

I had to laugh the other day while out in the backyard painting this little mahogany table you see here. 

I had it in our sunroom-dinning room, but I thought it too dark and too serious for the sunny disposition of our little cottage.  So I decided to paint it…  I’m not the best of painter like so many of you out there are and I don’t know anything about fancy painting and waxing techniques.  I just paint.  So you see, I was sure I was doing a very poor job at it, but then I heard those birds… above the thick, and above the privet and the gigantic maple trees out there somewhere singing to me:  pretty pretty pretty… and what do you know… those birds were so right!  
     

Yes, pretty… I decided to believe the birds!

The little dark table looks awesome now in this blueish-grayish color 

against all the white and black decor of my dinning room...

Pretty pretty pretty! ;)

It gives such a nice contrasting punch of color and happiness and simplicity to the room that even my husband, who’s much against painted furniture, had to agree on it.  I just love it!

To all of you:

Celebrate life on a routine basis, 

and definitely, when peace and joy come into focus

Love

Cielo