Thursday, December 1, 2016

Welcome Dicember

Oh hi there friend!  Yes yes, hi there to you too, pretty-pretty!  Although you always opt to remain so quiet, I know you come here often... why I've seen you fluttering around our woods!  A bird in red.  A little butterfly in yellow wings.  And sometimes, I think I see a flickering flame, swirls of fog, a ghostly outline against the deep forest that lurk behind my eyes when I’m drifting off to sleep.  You, of course?  Wouldn't it be nice if we could all live closer and from time to time have a meeting of the minds and share a tall peach iced tea?

I'm so enjoying this little life on mine... everything I see, hear, feel, taste.  And what's one to do if it isn't to let this life shine, and share it with you here!  I mean who would have thought just a few years ago when we lived up North that I'd be picking up roses from my very own garden on a first day of December? 

This is so amazing to me.  And my heart rejoices in these things—the remarkable changes in seasons, my little world wrapped in an extended, magical autumnal season, the garden gently going dormant, chilly mornings and nights, and yet this delicious sunshine and warmth and the world always coming alive and warm every day at mid-day... 

I cannot lie.  It took a lot of me this period of adaptation when we moved to the south a few years ago.  Things were not easy.  For a very long time I felt depressed and couldn't figured out what was the purpose of us moving south or why we were here.  Then one day suddenly I knew.  It was time to start something new and trust the magic of beginnings...   

Two nights ago it was the sound of rain, and winds murmuring; the gentle falling of leaves, rain smoothing fields and caressing the darkening woods outside, while inside white sheets and comfy pillows and the pure softness of my bed... I listened to it all by turns, then laid myself to sleep.   Later, that following morning we woke up to the mists.  It always happens after a rainy night.  You wake up under the spell of a dark gray haze. You go to the window and watch it slowly moving throughout the land in gray swirls.  Then, the sun would come up and shadows moved away.  Your vision is cleared and you're left with the wintry view of a magical landscape. 

Bountiful, shimmering light move above everything, and the landscape, vivid with raindrops seems brighter and greener.  As the day progresses so does the sun becomes stronger and the garden brighter, and everywhere you look you'll see the sparkles of autumn, and the miracles left behind by rain... brighter colors, and a suppler, livelier land where wet, fallen leaves have been giving a new life; a flame of brighter colors, and deeper hues.  The Knockout roses look redder than usual and with a deeper hue.

I love this place... all of it.  Inside and outside. Autumn clouds, vague and obscure; the evening, lonely and chill. The quieted woods awake with mystery, and wonder...  And roses to thrill my soul.

I ask myself sometimes if perhaps I come here more than I should.  Is it alright to post this often, or is that considered a bad blogging etiquette?  Who sets rules?  And would you still come by if I write 'bout silly stories and creepy tales, or would I see you go if I do?  I'll tell you one thing... I would not be the owner of a blog if that means I will have to write about the same thing post after post after post.  Say, for example about home decorating, or having a new tea set to show you on every post... phew!  But that's just me—sappy silly girl that I am, who gets bored really easily with things.

Anyway, I don't see where this is going so I'll end up by telling you a little story.... about something that usually happens around here, when the land falls quiet in the twilight of the evening and the little white cottage prepares to relax in sweet sleep. 

That's when I hear the woods beyond the gardens awakening in thousand voices.  The whole world out there seems to rise up from the dead then, and I can’t help but wonder if the witch who lives in my forest may be out there under the poignant light of winter harvesting plants from their natural and wild habitat to use as food, and medicinal purposes. 

Do you have a story of your own to share?  I love, love to hear you telling me what's going on in your little world when you leave a comment, or how your garden is doing, or what your dreams are.  It just make me happy! ;)

 Have a magical day, wherever you are!


  1. Your words about trusting the magic of beginnings really resonated with me this morning. I am preparing for a new beginning of sorts, though the stage is still being set.

    1. Wishing you the best on those new beginnings... sending fairydust for luck and magic your way!


  2. When I decided to leave the farm after more than thirty years to move to the city, I found these words explained exactly how I felt.
    "It takes a lot of courage to release the familiar and seemingly secure, to embrace the new. But, there is no real security in what is no longer meaningful. There is more security in the adventurous and exciting, for in movement there is life, and in change, there is power". - Alan Cohen

  3. Thank you for stopping by my blog, to hope my "naughty knee" is better. It isn't, but thank you!!!!

    "Although you always opt to remain so quiet, I know you come here often..." Yes, our Stat Counter site, shows people reading our blogs, from all over the world. But... I'm not as generous as you. I become quite peeved, that many read, but so few comment. And I lose my muse-to-post.

    Then again, now and then, I just "have" to post. :-) So, it all works out, in the end.

    What "should" you post? Whatever your heart desires! How often "should" you post? However often, your heart desires!

    Gentle early Winter hugs,
    Luna Crone

    1. Oh Miss Luna how nice to see you again... I so enjoy the company of older woman, love them all and have so many friends much older than I am... so much to learn from you all and imitate... what a blessing all of you are to me!



  4. Let me tell you about the magic of aging. I used to envy those sweet ladies who kept such a beautiful, perfect home, with the most beautiful of furniture, china, decor, bedroom dressing etc. However, as I am aging, I find myself daydreaming of days gone by. I read a lot and place myself in the magic of the story. I love to create new foods for my husband and adult son who lives with us. I desire to be with my grandchildren as much as possible, because it is they who keep my heart beating. My joy is to have an occasional tea party for the girlies, and treat them so very special! I have been purging the things I have but no longer have any meaning to me. I keep only those things that tell a story about places I have been, travels others have gone, gifts from loved ones, treasures found, etc.
    I no longer envy the fortunes of others or their possessions. My life has changed drastically to simple, simple, simple. I had a revelation that those that I love, and who love me, are the center of my life, and I need nothing else. I found that I am happier, more energetic, and sharing what I do have with others is very fulfilling.
    By the way, I love reading your blog. I do not often comment, but you bring such joy to others through your words, and I hope you will continue to do that!

    1. Oh Dear Ginny... thank you thank you for your words, and for sharing with me a little bit of your precious life. I treasure your words, as they brought tears to my hear and make my heart tender beyond my age. I wish I can give you a hug right this minute... You remind me of my mom, of me in my sentiments and the way I feel, you remind me of everyone that's good, and copasionate and I truly truly appreciate you leaving this comment here for me to read, and make me love this world a little more... blessings to you and yours dear friend.

      Love ya



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