Monday, January 25, 2016

The house in the roses

“One of the strange things about living in the world is that it is only now and then one is quite sure one is going to live forever and ever and ever. One knows it sometimes when one gets up at the tender solemn dawn-time and goes out and stands out and throws one's head far back and looks up and up and watches the pale sky slowly changing and flushing and marvelous unknown things happening until the East almost makes one cry out and one's heart stands still at the strange unchanging majesty of the rising of the sun--which has been happening every morning for thousands and thousands and thousands of years. One knows it then for a moment or so." ― Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden.

Then, your eyes would focus onto those snow dusted mountains on the far horizon and, all of a sudden you hear a small roar within you, and you know it is your little heart being filled with a marvelous sense of adventure and morning joyfulness and thanksgivings.  Then, you'd remember where you woke up that morning and where you are... and what you feel and see make you want to retrace your steps and go back in time to the past... back to the house in the roses and the garden you loved... 

“However many years she lived,
Mary always felt that 'she should never forget
that first morning when her garden began to grow'.”
― Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden

She lived in another girl’s time. 
But she knew all too well that the past
was not something she could live in…
like a well-loved house; like her favorite shoes.

She knew she could always find magic anywhere she'd look
even in places where there was not much to see...
Even in a garden that had fallen under a bad spell... 
where roses slumbered and trees had gone onto a long sleep…

Cause magic it really is in you
...when you hold it like a light within you

And believe that you carry all of the power you need inside yourself already

“Magic exists. Who can doubt it, when there are rainbows and wildflowers, the music of the wind and the silence of the stars? Anyone who has loved has been touched by magic. It is such a simple and such an extraordinary part of the lives we live.”  ― Nora Roberts

And so the girl said her goodbyes to the garden she had loved...

And to the house keeper of old secrets...

And took back onto her journey without regrets…
pockets-full of magic to take with her...
wherever she may go...

"I address you all tonight for who you truly are: wizards, mermaids, travelers, adventurers, and magicians. You are the true dreamers.” ― Brian Selznick, The Invention of Hugo Cabret

See you soon friends!


  1. I am so glad to have found you again - I used to read you all the time, then there were some changes and I was disconnected somehow - glad to be back, always need some of your pretty dreams in my much-too-practical head! Hugs and smiles!

  2. I always loved your garden in the house in the roses. It was so perfect.

  3. I've just discovered yor lovely blog via the marvelous Janet and I'm following you with much joy !
    Have a wonderful day,
    Daniela at ~ My little old world ~

  4. An ache for what was... and a shout of joy for what is now where nothing was before.

    1. Such beautiful words, and so true. Thank you for understanding, dear friend


  5. How different it looks now! The entire garden asleep during the chill of winter reminds me of an old Victorian poem:

    ...But no such winds blow hither,
    And no such things grow here.
    No growth of moor or coppice,
    No heather-flower or vine,
    But bloomless buds of poppies,
    Green grapes of Proserpine,
    Pale beds of blowing rushes
    Where no leaf blooms or blushes,
    Save this whereout she crushes
    For dead men deadly wine.

    -Algernon Charles Swinburne, The Garden of Proserpine

    1. How beautiful.... Beautiful. This is precisely why I blog. The feedback, the same feelings shared, the sisterhood... Thank you, thank you from the bottom of my heart


  6. Your photos are so beautiful and magical...


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