A little bit of my days...

So I've been home, only able to visit the gardens from time to time and then come in again and rest some more... been adding pages to an old book I started years ago, writing again, working on a new journal, and wishing my body possess wings... to break free, from this same old body, from my mind from my self and my miseries, and fly above all I see and feel. 

I haven't been able to come here either, this beloved place of all places, because I haven't been feeling well lately, and last night was the first night I was able to sleep.  Pain is subsiding.  I have eaten again.  So much I want to do, so many cute outfits I want to wear, some new shoes, new shawls too, and as I recuperate, bit by bit, my old self will pour in again making me who I am again.  From whatever place was it hiding?  My old self.  When I'm ill, or not feeling well, I turn into someone else.  A muted, kind of a hermetic soul, and I would not talk to anyone or see anyone... only the birds for company.

I'm not completely well yet, but the sun is bright and it is warm and nature is painting my world with small brushes of color.  The leaves are already falling profusely, and the gardens' floors are filled with the dried, leaves of the maple trees, all in a variety of sizes and toasted-colored hues.  Fall is approaching faster than I had seen these past years since we're been south.  Shall I anticipate another unusual colder year?

The garden is in its prime.  All its beauty, all its magic is upon us in a thousand blessings.  Clear skies, sunshine, little wind, and, except for a sharp touch in the afternoons, few really hot days. My jars and vases are gay with roses, the flowers of Crepe Myrtles and the Big Blue Liriope, Monkey grass.  

 

The gardens are mothering so many butterflies... There is not a creature in all this part of the world who could in the least understand with what heart-beatings I am looking forward to the visit of an owl in the autumnal gardens, the sounds of autumnal evenings and the scent of the season... what happy thoughts those are to me.  And I'm already feeling better just to think about these things... about good things and the hope of it.  It is no wonder the Bible reminds us "whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things"...  for such thoughts do bring mirth and joyfulness and hope to our minds and body, as they change the chemistry of our brain.

A transition. A time-in-between. 

 The flowering of late summer and melancholy of early autumn... 

what a beautiful time of year. 

 A mixing so delicious

 

I engage in morning prayer at 8:30, or 9:00 and kneel down under the window, facing the tall trees in the front of our little cottage.  Every day I see the changes taking place in my little world from this view... how the sun moves in its journey through the heavens, what quality of light is bathing the earth, how the trees change with the seasons and the days and the natural course of things... my soul too, gains vision, and I am stronger, and wiser when under the window.   I am rich in every way...

I will try to come again soon, and if feeling better will bring one or two stories I must share, but for now, hope you'd enjoy our little 'paseo' around the gardens and home.  Hope you're doing well, and enjoying each moment gifted to you...  Hugs.