tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55824510861462176772024-02-07T05:23:29.422-08:00The little white cottage in the woodsA blog about gardening and home decorating. An eclectic mix of decorating styles: Cottage style, romantic decorating, Shabby Chic, and Boho Hippie Chic.
CIELOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09117785476130671239noreply@blogger.comBlogger382125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582451086146217677.post-28147037594130854882017-11-13T18:33:00.001-08:002017-11-13T18:33:33.866-08:00A new blog!<div style="text-align: justify;">
Thank you all so much for your comments and wonderful ideas on names for my new blog. I had so much fun reading you! So much have transpired since the day we left our dear little white cottage in the woods, but now we're finally happily settled in our new-old house in the roses. And yes, I also have a new blog set up! Oh do come and follow me! Let's start a new story together, shall we! </div>
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HERE'S THE LINK to <a href="https://wheretherosesare.blogspot.com/"><span style="color: red;"><b>MY NEW BLOG</b></span></a></div>
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CIELOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09117785476130671239noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582451086146217677.post-88460674650696699432017-11-09T05:43:00.001-08:002017-11-09T05:47:31.063-08:00Finding a name for my new blog<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US">Hi precious
friends and followers! I hope today
finds you well, and ready for this adventure called “life”. I am doing great, and finally here, in this new-old place where our path begins anew.
I have visited the house in the roses, and the paint job is almost done. I’m excited, and impatiently waiting for the
Fisherman, who’s still on the road on his way home. The truck that's bringing our stuff, will arrive on Friday. In the meanwhile, I am ready to start
documenting our life on my new blog. But
for that I’d need your help. What should
I name it? I have some ideas, but cannot
make up my mind. I don’t want to use the name ‘the
house in the roses’ again because that’s a past life, but it is the same house
after all, so I’d like to keep that name as part of the new name. Does it make any sense?</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">That old
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<span lang="EN-US">What do you
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select a name for my new bloggy? I can’t
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<span lang="EN-US">Then, box after box were carried away to the gigantic red truck, beds
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<span lang="EN-US">Imagine watching a movie
in fast motion, and that’s what you’ll see… people coming in and out, out and
in, things being taken away, the Fisherman and I cleaning, painting, cleaning
cleaning… could you see it pictured on
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<span lang="EN-US">Around three, the light outside shifted,
and the atmosphere of the little white cottage changed to a yellowish hue,
outside I could hear the ruckus of crows in the woods. The pumpkin colored light outside told me
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I closed my eyes
and tried to conceal the tears. Melancholy
filled my little heart, but I continued cleaning carpets and painting and making
sure that my lovely little white cottage was left as perfect and beautiful as
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<span lang="EN-US">What a sad sensation that was; caring for
something you so love, only to having to give it away to some strangers. It was almost that sensation a mother feels
when giving away a daughter in marriage.
You help her put on her floor length and adorned with beads, crystals, and
lace wedding dress, </span>you help her put on her jewelry and pearl earrings and necklace, you comb her lovely hair and as you do, you weep with love remembering all those years with her, all your love for her, and all she gave you in return, yet knowing
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As I contemplated each emptied room, I memorized some of the occurrences that transpired there, the moments, the gatherings, the Thanksgiving
dinners, the Christmas dances, the laughter, the stories, children’s voices,
the gypsy wanderings, the sad moments too, mom and dad sitting on the settee
on the front porch and the Fisherman taking their picture from the inside of
the house; so you see only their backs, the story behind the crack on the tile
on the kitchen floors on that hot July, when the huge fan blew off a large
picture from the wall and in turn it knocked down the pretty flower vase... the floor covered in a
zillion petal, the prayers under my favorite window, the bad nights, the good
days…. I summed up all those memories, and placed them in that treasure chest of my little
heart, so I can keep them there with me and remember them forevermore.</div>
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<span lang="EN-US">In the evening, when the last things were
still being carried away to the gigantic red truck, I run up the hill to say goodbye
to my dear little white cottage… </span>It had never been any more beautiful, more enchanting, more magical! I hugged her and I wept with her and I said ‘goodbye I’m taking you with me in my heart’… </div>
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When I was coming down the hill, I noticed a shadow was following me… How precious when I noticed it was that same kittie I saw that first day in my garden when we moved to our little white cottage… has he come by to say goodbye too? </div>
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Soon, little white cottage, you'll meet
December’s magical days when the holly and the ivy are both full grown and bare
trees stand with roots on both ends, chipmunks swiftly gather and toads softly
peek and leaves gracefully fall and the wind blows and the trees close their
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Soon, little white cottage, mourning doves have secrets
to share, frosty winds made moan, Jack-o-lanterns may be carved, ghosts waltz, the
junipers shagged with ice, candles and bells, fog after a night’s rain and all
the old ghosts, residents of the neighborhood lining up the hill feasting on
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Soon, little white cottage,
you’ll be filled with ice-covered grasses and snow white gardens, roses will be
dressed in frosty costumes and the morning will wake by the hoarse, cawing
voices of crows, cold hardwood floors to remind us alive, and misty windows our
blessings to count, you’ll be filled with sweet smells brought by chilly winds
and in the woods Hickory and Mesquite, and the eye would look upon naked
branches and find stamped on trees their faces again, when the leaves come
tumbling down and the woods thin out and the day will come to its end under pink
skies and back in June the coming of the wild roses and the full yellow moon,
warm, firefly illuminated nights, boughs like Christmas trees in summer time, the
song of cicadas, the Privet shrub smelling like spring.<br />
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<span lang="EN-US">Moving to a new home requires a lot of
planning and organization, like turning off all of your utility
services and such. And thus, Tuesday was the day for that, and I have also forwarded our mail
to our new address, and stopped our home security system. For the last two weeks, I’ve been busy
packing up, making more boxes, running back and forth from Home Depot, to the Goodwill
donation center, and from the Goodwill back home… and on and on and on… Life is
a circle. It is a merry-go-round kind of
a thing, and these days my soul has grown round too. Full with expectancy about
the future, and of new promises and hopes.
I work, and as I work I think of
my mother. I think of her often
throughout my day, and my heart cries in quieted waves. I hear my father explaining how he finally
was able to gathered strength to give away all of mom’s shoes; those that only a
few months ago she was still wearing and walking in them, and my heart can only weep. She will not need them anymore. And it is almost as if the tired
eyes of the world were gently closing down; her head resting upon a pillow,
ready to go to sleep…. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Sometimes I have this deep urge to call her. I want to just say hello, tell her something
new, something old; share a new occurrence about my day, and my life... tell her I love her, what I've done and how it made me feel, but then I realize that she is not
present anymore. Although she is. And my little heart miss her terribly. </span><span lang="EN-US">A</span>s my father takes her place in that aspect in my life
now, I am learning to treasure him in a deeper, more meaningful way than ever. My connection had always been with my mother, but throughout all
these last years of her illness, my relationship with my father has matured in deeper ways; love have expanded,
and tides strengthened. He is essential in
my life. A rock. An everlasting tree. I have
always thought of my father sort of ‘eternal’. Unfailing.
Always there. My little heart won’t dare think of him in any
other way, other than forever by my side.
Why do we have to love so hard, and with such deep, strong love? Love hurts.<br />
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The other day I read somewhere that energy cannot be created or destroyed, it merely changes form. I believe that energy goes back to the Creator who gave it, and in Him is where I chose to keep my hopes... </div>
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The other day, upon coming back home from Home Depot, my car wouldn’t start. I noticed that the man parked beside me was ready to come ask if I needed help, but very politely he waited a little bit, until it was finally evident I was having car trouble. He tried to help me as best as he could, then came another man, and yet another. Three men stood by my car at one point trying to help me get my car started… until it finally did. I find this courteousness and gallantry of the southern men, amazing. It is true that I had have a few unpleasant experiences in the past in the years we lived here in the south, but it is also true that for the most part, southerners are very courteous and friendly people. The friendliest I’ve ever known, and that pleases my personality very much. So, I felt compel to put a good word out there on their behalf. If I’m ready to talk about the bad people, and their deeds, I will also praise the good ones too. Plus, I count this incident as part of the occurrences transpired while living life here. So here they'll stay. I am leaving them here as a record, for whenever I want to turn the pages of my life back to those forgotten days of yesterday, and read again.</div>
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<span lang="EN-US">The Fisherman came home to our little white cottage on Wednesday. And today, the packing crew came by… Ruben, and Eric did such a great job packing up all of my mirrors, art, lamps and delicate things. They also took care of all of my plants and garden statuary. All nicely packed up now. After they left, we continued packing some more, and started patching up holes and retouching the paint on walls. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Days around here have taken on the hues of pumpkins, and the air smells sweet and cottony fresh. Around the edge of the woods the big leaves of the maple trees are piling up; toasted and desiccated and deep brown in color, and up the hills those sentinel of trees, protectors of our little white cottage, have changed their summers costumes into autumnal glories. How did this happen? So fast trees change colors, it almost is like magic. And I like to see them as some actors and actresses on a play, exiting through the main doors of Summer in the middle of that stage called “seasons”, ready to change costumes in a blink of an eye, </span>just to amuse me…</div>
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So many things happening, such stressful
days… behind and ahead. My heart cannot find its rest. I have so
much I want to say and meditate upon… about people, about the way they process
what they see, or read or think about... and, why would anyone take what I write so personally as to feel offended, when I don’t even know them, it scapes my imagination... really, it was never my intention to be
judgmental or critical towards anyone who comes here. I only come here to tell the story of my heart, the only way I know how… by feeling life. And that’s it.<br />
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And thus, I’ve found
myself in conflict, caught between the need to continue documenting my little life, or making my blog private to evade trouble. I guess I’ll
make a “bargain with the devil” and continue writing and documenting our move
and how I feel about things, and life… making my blog private will only mean giving a
lot of myself away in order to placate a significant reader, and keep the peace. But I owe it to my dear, long time readers to keep it public. So, I will keep it public.<br />
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A huge thank you to all of you who inquired, and were
concerned about my blog being switched to private. Maybe one day, I'll tell you the whole story behind it, and then again I will only talk about meeting my roses again and what I am doing to keep the memory of my dear little white cottage alive.</div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Please follow me as we say goodbye to our
dear little white cottage and cross the country, back to that old house in the roses…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">And in the garden, </span>I have finally collected all my dear little things and placed them all in one same spot, to make it easier for the
movers when they come. I want to make
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any more, and they don’t look quite as pretty and fresh as when they started
their new life here in my southern garden, but I still love them... <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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fragile, and discolored, and I almost gave it away the other day before I had to run
back and rescued him. I’m bringing him
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...as if it had finally realized that the hands which had planted her and cared for her all these years will stop caring for her, and thus decided to offer me some of her most beautiful belated jewels... </div>
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Around the front yard, and everywhere
around the little white cottage there’s some type of a dainty cranberry
wildflower carpeting the ground.
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<span lang="EN-US">And thus, it has happened, that our little white cottage got very ill over
the weekend. All drainage conducts got
clogged up. The toilets were oozing
yucky stuff, shower tubs and floors flooded up with what it looked like sewage
waste and the sinks were making weird noises and not draining at all. Things got worse from that point on. When the plumbers came by they informed me that
whoever had built our house had installed the sewer connections wrong, the pipes
were installed going on the wrong direction, because the sewer was facing
south. All what they could do was dig a
hole outside, find the PVC, perforate it and extract from there. That’s what they said. But they were wrong. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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one part of the yard, and still were not finding the PVC, it occurred to me then,
that these guys didn’t know what they were doing. I suggested we call the city to get a copy of
our plat. Surely, there must be a copy out
there somewhere of our plat, right? And
thus, we finally got the exact place where the sewage is located, which, by the
way, it was not where they were digging, but over on the other side of the
house, and exactly the place where I had originally told them they would find
it, the minute they arrived. If only
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Right when our little cottage was exploding
inside and outside, a huffing and puffing stranger came by… to photograph our
house. He was some insurance guy working
for the new owners and wanted to take a few pics of the house… Can you believe the timing! So there was this guy taking pics with his
selfie stick everywhere right when I had such mess going on… when I commented with one of the plumbers about how worry I was for the sale of our house, he simply said jokingly “let’s kill him and bury him back here,
that way nobody will find out”… For a
moment… yes, I thought I was part of the cast of some humorous horror movie! Hahaha. What a nightmare the entire thing was; one of
those unfortunate things you just have to laugh about, if you don’t want to go
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<span lang="EN-US">Evening came, and night still found me cleaning
our little white cottage. Everything is now in perfect condition again, less $300 later.
And all this in less than a week before moving. Can you believe it! Not nice, little white cottage! Not nice!
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<span lang="EN-US">No worries, Buyers, your little white cottage is again the perfect little jewel she had always been... enjoy her, care for her, and may you be as happy as we had been here all these years....</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">The little white cottage is cramped with boxes
everywhere. Boxes topping one another,
boxes filling up hallways and rooms.
Some of the draperies have been taken down already, and every cupboard in
the kitchen has been emptied out. The
house feels different. Quiet, or quieter
than usual, and it’s sending out messages to me. When you walk through it, you can hear the little
echoes of your footsteps going before and about you, and what’s left behind you
is this peculiar feeling of emptiness, and melancholy cramming every dear space. As if the very bones of the house were crying
out to me. Is that what ghosts feel? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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But maybe… maybe is not the house sending
out all those messages, but instead it is my soul already feeling the separation? Parting from this house, and having to give
it away to strangers its painting the landscape of my heart in dark blues and
shadowy colors. Whatever it is, it is
sad. It is sad to say goodbye to this dear
little place that has seen me blossomed through my days, as I myself has seen it
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I have been taking down every little thing,
every ornament I had ever made, or found, and brought to the garden... all the
little stories that go with them too, with every stone brought in, every pebble,
every seed, and the walls look bared without them, and cold, and there’s a most noticeable loneliness,
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It is all part of the typical despondency of
autumn, and autumnal days, I’m sure. But
this time it is more than that. I am
leaving behind some of the
best years of my life. The years I’d lived
here, the people I have loved here, the memories I have made here, with love
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<span lang="EN-US">I felt the strangest of kinship with her… as
if she was a person I connected with… or someone I knew, or had known
somewhere. I guess this is what happens
went you have to live alone for weeks and have enough time on your hands to really
be aware of life… for that, I am thankful, and blessed.</span></div>
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My handyman Oscar came by last evening and
fixed all things that needed be fixed… old drawers from old dressers that
needed mending, loose nuts and bolts on chairs and tables and such. Then he left and didn’t charge me a penny. I insisted on paying him, but he wouldn’t
take my money. It was his way of
repaying grace, and a gentle silent ‘thank you’ for our trust and generosity
all these years. I am going to miss my
neighbors and those who have always said yes whenever I’d needed them. I will have to find a new handyman at the
house in the roses to help me around with all the things I need to do there,
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<span lang="EN-US">I am leaving all my pretty chandeliers to the new owner of our little white cottage, including the aqua ones I made… I remember the day I came home with the <a href="https://littlewhitecottageinwoods.blogspot.com/search?q=painted+chandeliers"><b><span style="color: red;">first
one</span></b></a>, the painting job, the baking of the delicate vases, then came the other
one and dear old Manuel <a href="https://projectslittlewhitecottage.blogspot.com/2014/05/painted-chandelier.html"><b><span style="color: red;">installing them</span></b></a>.
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room, and the day when the Home Depot guys came with the beautiful white granite
and the countertops were finally installed, and I remember that night when, by 8:30pm my handyman
was still working on the backsplash, so that I could be able to wake up the
following day to a new, beautiful kitchen.
Little stories. Little moments. Little joys.
And can you believe this lady who’s buying our house is still insisting
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The garden is
going to miss me. This I know. Weeds are growing rampant, vines are dying
away. There will be so much to do come
next spring! Would it be taken care of,
or would it fade away and become part of the woods, just as it was before I came? Even the fishes… I will have to leave them
behind. Would the new owner’s dogs go splash
in the pond, and scare them away, and would they trudge through flowerbeds and stomp on precious flowers? Why do I care, or should I care? I am going back to my garden. My first love. I shall bring it back to its full glory, and
I shall plant another lilac tree, and my friends the mourning doves would come
to say hi and welcome me home.<br />
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hardly wait. The painters will start
working on the house on November first, then will be the hardwood floors on our master bedroom…
I have so much to do, so much to look forward to! So much to share with you! But that’s for another post. For now, I’ll be content with what I have and
what I’ve been blessed with and all I have to do… one day at a time.<br />
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CIELOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09117785476130671239noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582451086146217677.post-37994036505612249302017-10-25T15:47:00.001-07:002017-10-25T15:48:58.710-07:00Mom's bougainvillea<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span lang="EN-US">The bougainvillea at the entrance of mom’s
little walled garden has started to bloom again. And how my heart has danced inside my soul upon seeing it! You see, this bougainvillea is a sacred kind
of a thing to me… For years, whenever we
used to go visit my parents down in South Florida, I would take my mother’s hand
and run down to the garden with her... to the bougainvillea at the entrance of her garden for a special moment. Under the tree's beautiful, copious canopy we would stand together,
arm in arm, laughing, hugging... until we took possession of the moment. T</span><span lang="EN-US">hrough the lenses of my camera I kept </span>those moments alive, and intact. I have dozens of these photographs of mom and I posing under her bougainvillea that I had taken throughout the years since I left home. </div>
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<span lang="EN-US">This bougainvillea represented so much to
me. Continuity, t</span>he force of life, <span lang="EN-US">a
perpetual, recurrent miracle of life, and an enduring
living thing that, in the most secreted part of my soul, it also represented her... my precious mother. </span>It meant true love, and it meant comfort and childhood memories and home, and I s<span lang="EN-US">ilently worshiped it, always wishing to see it standing till the end of days, just like I expected her to be. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">A week after Florida Hurricane Irma, I went
to check on my parents. With mom now
living at her assisted living facility, their little house is a house of ghosts. Shadows dwell there perennially. My
father is a lost soul without her. My
heart is lost. When I went to find
refuge under our precious bougainvillea, I wept. The
hurricane had destroyed it almost to the ground. </span>Shrubs were stripped of leaves, and the large
broken branches looked like sharp knives against the open sky. </div>
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felt a prang of sadness when I saw it. This beautiful flowering tree, now battered and destroyed by harsh weather and strong winds, just as what Alzheimer
has done in the body and mind of my precious mother. How I'd wanted it then to be able to bring it back to life and beauty, to preserve</span><span lang="EN-US"> it, to preserve our mother intact, her body and mind alive, keep our love forever alive; to keep her forever with me, in me, close to that secret, sacred place of the soul where nothing can touch us there. </span> </div>
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It was the most glorious thing seeing that same bougainvillea
coming back to life again this time. The tree sending
out new epicormic shoots and sprouts along the top and at the tips of branches. I think I even detected the first clump of
flowers in it. A miracle of Nature indeed! Oh, if only I could see the same happening in my mother's life... </div>
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<span lang="EN-US">And thus, I am home again… home at the little white cottage in the woods
and this marvelous, chilly weather and a place of orange leaves. The land has dressed in reds, and yellows and
auburns outfits… its skirts swaying in the half-light of autumn. I am at peace. My heart is a tornado. I want to sing and I weep. Trying times.
Times to cry and be remembered and treasured in our memories, times to forget the bad and never
bring it about. That’s how my little heart
is feeling like these days. A mixture of sorrow and a mixture of joy. Autumn comes to me with a softer, darker song on its lips. I am that bird who, upon hearing it, remembers he too must learn to sing it, before he can be free. </span></div>
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discoveries right in the heart of my woods this afternoon. The mellow light of October was streaming
down through tired canopies and lower branches where, leaves swirling down from
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Birds were nowhere to be seen, and I’m conjecturing
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A woman all dressed in black sitting on a stump. Her eyes closed. Her mind far far away... so it seemed. Who was she? I had to wonder. The witch who lives in my woods, perhaps? She seemed to be channeling some <span style="text-align: center;">higher Spirit in nature or something like that. But then, s</span>omething startled her… she stood up, and proceeded to survey the area around her, as if looking for something... or someone? </div>
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door, a new poem, it bestowed new graces, new dreams to dreams and hold onto, new songs to be sung with the heart of the soul. It is no wonder the witch didn’t seem to be disturbed
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<span lang="EN-US">She didn’t look being frightened by
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ready for a foot bath bliss time! Yes
yes… a foot bath from heel to toes in her one of a kind deluxe foot spa! A birdbath of all things!! That is, a birdbath bursting with rotten
leaves and debris and soil and yikes!! Now, don’t ask me why would
anyone do something like that. All I can say is, “a witch is a
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we… maybe she was just taking a little detox clay foot bath her own way? They are one of the most effective and
beneficial detoxification methods ever, you know. I once read that doing clay foot baths can
draw a lot of toxicity directly out of the body. Although, I wouldn’t think using a birdbath
for that matter… at least, order some high-quality
clay! Like bentonite. OK. ;)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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I’m just glad I’d finally got to meet this
witch who lives in my woods… even if it is just when I’m leaving. Perhaps, she would move with me to the house
in the roses and make for herself a little house among the petals, so that I
can see her wandering around from time to time?
Or would you think she’d much rather prefer living on this picturesque area,
filled with magic and history? A land
where, long ago, lived a group of people who were forced out of their land
forever. I’m referring to the Cherokee
Native American tribe. They were forced
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We happened to live just a
few feet down the road where the trail of tears begins… This town is home to the Cherokees. So much history contained here, so much
enchantment and mystery grounded on this land.
Just only yesterday on my way home from Walmart, I happened to see a man
walking down the road, a direct descendant of those Cherokees, and I could not
but wondered how many of them are still here, how many more buried here, how
many of them lived right here, in these very same woods skirting our little
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<span lang="EN-US">If I’d be that witch who lives in my woods I would not want to
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<span lang="EN-US">Coming up that dark hill, there she was! </span>What peaceful, wonderful feelings the sight of this little white cottage of us it was! And how it brought to my tired
eyes and soul feelings of wellness, and belonging, and security and the marvelous peacefulness I was so craving. Is this home? Is this still our home? Can I call it that? My dear
little white cottage and magical place to be! I'm already missing you! I
will never have anything like you ever again, and how I will miss you! Your darkness. Your peacefulness. Your charm and
magic. Your woods. Your cats. Your roses in December.</div>
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The
Fisherman has already started his new job, but have travelled south with me to
our little white cottage to help me pack things up and get the last things
ready. Soon, we’ll be signing up papers to
finalize the sale of our little white cottage, but in the meantime, I’ll remain
in this sort of a limbo-estate where I am here, but not here, and I am there,
but still not there kind of a thing. Not a
home here not a home there. It is an
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In between
packing and boxing things up, I’m also creating and coming up with new inventions in
my mind as far as decorating goes. I
know exactly how I want to style our house in the roses, and while I get rid of
many of the things I’m not taking with me and give others away, I am rethinking
and redoing things up. Like with these set of large
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<span style="text-align: justify;">When we lived at the house in the roses these two ladies embellished our master room for years.</span><span style="text-align: justify;"> </span><span style="text-align: justify;">I loved them, but my taste and decorating style have changed a lot since then. </span><span style="text-align: justify;">I had never used them here in our little white cottage and I know I won't use them there either. So on talking to our neighbor Don Manuel yesterday, I offered him the 'ladies'.</span><span style="text-align: justify;"> </span><span style="text-align: justify;">Both of them!</span><span style="text-align: justify;"> </span><span style="text-align: justify;">You go ol’ dear friend! Haha...</span></div>
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Don Manuel, however, took with him a lot of the other stuff I had in the garage that he found more to his liking and decided to have his wife Graciela come by at a later time to see if she wanted the pictures. She never did come by, so this morning I decided to be creative and try something different with the pictures before I gave them away... </div>
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I simply glued and
painted the piece that had broken off the corner of one of the frames, and replaced the
ladies with something more to my liking and style these days. I could have used fabric for this project, and
maybe I will at a later time, but for now I used what I had on hand. I simply wrapped some leftover adhesive drawer
paper to the backing of the frames and now I have some beautiful large abstract
painting in my favorite black and white, ready to hang with all the hardware
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my Mona Lisa, because I wanted the poster to blend to the background so as to give
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I am
confident I will bring our house in the roses to a glorious ‘after’, and can
hardly wait to start decorating it and working on all the things I want to do
there. It’s been quite the week last
week when I entered that house and saw the disaster the renters have there. And how can I say “THANK YOU” enough or
proper enough to all of you, my dear readers and bloggy friends who have taken time
of your precious time to come here and show your love and support to me through your
words and comments and emails! I am in awe and in debt
to you. You would never know how much
you have helped me and guided me and supported me through these past few
days. I truly appreciate you so
much! You’re my angels and the friends who truly
understand the real me. Bless you all!</div>
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Amazing blue and orange sunsets have been seeing
us to sleep each night lately, and the biggest, clear skies have welcomed us
home with opened arms. If I stand in any
of the open fields round here and look ahead toward the horizon, I can see that
our earth is not flat, but rather it is convex everywhere… I love driving on these completely clear
plateaus with no obstacles between me and the horizon and consider the perfect
roundness of our world. These country roads
of the NW tend to do that and always bring in me that sensation. The openness of miles and miles of yellow
fields, and the fact that we don’t have the abundance of trees we have in the
south obstructing our vision on the ground, give us a clear view all-around for
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<span lang="EN-US">I should be joyful and eager to start this
new life ahead of us, but it is a stressful time and on many a day I cannot
feel or see the goodness that is in me anymore.
As if my soul is being shadowed by an edgy film… tense, and having or
showing a harsh or unkind quality. And I
don’t like those feelings. They are not
me. And they are. And I don’t care anymore if I don’t feel sympathetic
toward these people who while we were away from our dear house in the roses, had rented
it and destroyed it. </span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US">The garden is gone. The house is a disaster. It must be painted in its totality, soiled carpets
need be removed, scratched and water damaged hardwood floors refinished and
all the stainless-steel appliances replaced—abused and badly scratched as they
have left them. I’m not nice. I don’t want to be nice. I want to ask these people to get out and pay
for all the damage they have done. But I
can’t. We hadn’t even asked them for a
deposit to start with. We have learned
our lesson. Neither I want to know or
think about the $12,000 the painting companies are asking us to have the job
done. And this is not counting the floorings
or the new appliances. At this point, I
haven’t found a painter that would agree to my budget yet, and must probably I will
have to do it all myself. I am stressed, disappointed and disheartened,
and I must return to the South on Thursday and deal with the move and the added
stress related to the sale of our little white cottage. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">The day after tomorrow is my birthday. I wish upon a star on dreams untold, and I
wish that upon our definite return to the house in the roses all those dreams
will be fulfilled. I need to stumble upon
my old, peaceful self again, embrace a life of solitude and prayer and relearn
how to fly high, in hope and faith and abundant gratitude. I feel ugly inside, and I must embark myself in
a quest for the beauty of the spirit, for I have left all these graces
somewhere along the road of temporality, and need them back in my life. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US">The garden has been slowly losing its
freshness day by day, and here and there some ashen leaves would come swirling down
from time to time… then more. And more… </span> </div>
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there a yellowish-orange leaf. Toasted leaves. Reddish-brown leaves. One. Two. Three.
Four leaves. A dance in mid-air. Maples, sycamores, yellow-poplars, Sweetgums. Leaves that resemble some sorts
of magical, sad faces that have already seen too much of the seasons...</span></div>
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One would expect to find a sad garden in
the fall. And in a way, you would. Every little petal, every leaf in the Crepe
Myrtles, every spreading lobe and long, seductively spiked trusses of the Butterfly
bushes... all are dying away. The garden is quietly laying down its life as magically as it came to be, when it blossomed. With it, too, fades away the spirit of the woman who
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I can feel
it's longings; how it breathes its last breath. I see it weeping as it offers a final farewell to all it loves here. To the garden, and its surroundings. Quietly accepting this 'parting', in a most
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It is hard to say goodbye to the wild
things of Nature. To your magical little world. To those roses you planted one day, hoping to see them bloom on another. Hard to say goodbye to your sacred space, to the
woods under the fairy-tale light of the end of day. To the cardinals serenading your early mornings,
and the flirting games of hummingbirds across your windows, while having breakfast by the big, square table by the man you love. </div>
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I stand, shadowless, like silence, listening
to the autumnal voices of my garden. I
hear it weeping, just like my soul is weeping.
And as I collect all of my belongings—dear little garden things, angels
and fairies and trellises, my eyes are also searching the brown
heart of the woods across the garden. Searching among the bramble that forms the underground, and the perennial rootstock that
throws up new shoots in the spring. Remembering. Drinking all in with the eyes of the soul, as to never forget. </div>
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And how can I look for the slender privet
shrubs that populate my woods, and not think of their lovely May flowers? The white
blossoms just about covering every shrub, and the nice sweet smell. A scent that smells just like a spring day…
and that’s about all I can say to describe the lovely scent of the privet
flower. Yes, <span style="text-align: center;">I am taking all of this with me, and perhaps
part of my spirit will always remain here?</span></div>
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A lot of interesting little things has been happening around here these past days, but I can only talk about it when I'm far away... when I’m finally
tucked away in my garden in the roses. But that, too, that’s another story of its own,
and it must be told when my feet finally get grounded in rose soil, and the
sun of another season shrouds my spirit with peace and contentment again.</div>
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<span lang="EN-US">We’ve been saying goodbye to a lot of good
people as well. Many, many lovely friends we have made here, and learn to love. Going out with them to brunches, and dinners and farewell
parties and prayers and good wishes. My little
heart feels sad, and happy and uncertain.
It wavers at times, and it is filled with bittersweet songs all the time.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">I am almost done packing. All is left now is part of the kitchen, and then some more. Boxes have been storage in
the garage, and I have continued giving away a lot of my treasures, gifting away
everything my heart tells me to… to my kids who live here in the South, to friends,
neighbors, taking things to donation centers and such. In return, I’ve bought a couple of new outfits
suitable for those chilly days of the autumns of the north, and if I find a pair of boots I
like, I will get them too, to replace those few ones I'd given away.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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The October wind is bringing inside the
little white cottage the scent of the dying garden, the cooler evenings fanning
in the ashes of what’s about to perish. I’m
done here. What I love, is always near at hand,
always in earth, and air.</div>
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<span lang="EN-US">The “for sale” sign was finally put up last
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People passing by were already slowing
down and looking down… down the hill, at our little white cottage, and maybe,
too, considering the possibility of finally being able to go behind the little
white cottage and take a look at the garden? Yes, that very same garden that since the
very first day it was planted had been beckoning every passersby and neighbor to come beyond the fence,
and look around. This is their
chance. Finally. I’m
just hoping that people would ask for permission first before daring to go
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I have been told I am to leave behind all my
lovely chandeliers and the extra-long, extra pretty window panels for the next
owners to enjoy, and I don’t understand how does that works, because I feel,
and totally believe with all my heart, that those objects are to be treated as a
woman’s personal little treasures… I mean, like a favorite parasol, or a pearl
hair pin, or a beloved wide skirt with its panniers, or wide hoops, and petticoats. Wouldn’t you agree? </div>
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<span lang="EN-US">The two, oversized wall art, one in the living
room and one in the kitchen area are to stay too, but those are stuck to the wall,
so I can understand that. In any case, I
must take a big breath, close my eyes to these things, and hope the house sales
for what we’re asking.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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It was sad, and exciting, and it was almost a farewell ceremony
of sorts between two souls, where one would stand in front of the other and
hug, and kiss and say goodbye, until we meet again.</div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Who would live here and care for the garden,
I wonder. And who would sit on the front
porch and watch the fireflies on a summer’s night and talk to the moon? Would she be able to meet the witch who lives
in my woods and see the white rabbit who wears a waistcoat? “Oh, my furry whiskers, I'm late I'm late I'm
late”.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">You see, maybe she won’t see any of this,
or none of it? Because, really, to be
able to enjoy all those things one must have a special heart and eyes that
see. For those who don't believe in
magic will never find it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">You know what it’s been said: “We do not
need magic to transform our world. We carry all of the power we need inside ourselves
already.” Unfortunately, not
everybody does… but you do! I know you all do! Otherwise
you wouldn’t be here visiting this blog! ;)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Carry the magic with you my friend! And don't let anything dull your sparkle! </span></div>
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UPDATE: WE'RE SUPER SUPER EXCITED TO THE MOON AND BACK EXCITED!! WE GOT A PHONE CALL FROM OUR REALTOR JUST NOW - 8:06PM. WE GOT 2 OFFERS AND ANOTHER ONE COMING UP! ALREADY!! IN THE OWN WORDS OF OUR REALTOR: OUR LITTLE WHITE COTTAGE IN THE WOODS IS THE TALK OF THE REALTORS AND BEYOND. I HAVE NO WORDS TO EXPRESS HOW I'M FEELING RIGHT NOW!! THIS IS INCREDIBLE YOU GUYS... INCREDIBLE!! <br />
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CIELOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09117785476130671239noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582451086146217677.post-78622134555903422682017-09-25T14:33:00.002-07:002017-09-26T15:57:41.361-07:00Parting is such sweet sorrow<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US">As the saying goes: We only part to meet again. This is so true in so many aspects of life. For who would had thought we were meant to go back to all those things and places we
were parting from, four years ago as we sailed off to distant clouds? Life is so unpredictable. And strangely beautiful sometimes. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Mixed emotions have found a home in my
little heart these days… I’m excited
about this new horizon that's opening ahead of us, but also saddened by having to say
goodbye to our quiet, country life and the pleasant trails of life we’ve journeyed
through these past four years. </span></div>
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I’m ready to move on, but I’m also holding
each precious hour of my present days in the palms of my hands, wishing I could
keep them there forevermore and not having to see them fading away behind the passing
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I sit on the front porch each day and try to drink
in with my soul each thing I see and hear, each little moment and sound, hoping
to remember them later when I’m away from it all. I’m
going to miss all this… this quiet, open view of this lush, green land where giant
trees cocoon our souls, as our little white cottage shields our physical bodies. </div>
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<span lang="EN-US">The warmth of this sun that does not know about
ices, or freezing temperatures, the afternoon rains on petals and leaves and
firefly illuminated nights. I'm going to miss it all.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">I’m feeling
nostalgic and a little regretful. About
having to part, about having to embrace that cold-snowed-world of our yesterdays again. </span><span lang="EN-US">But I do have many other things to look
forward to as well... and thus, I am leaving all my longings and wistful feelings on the hands of this astounding,
powerful Creator and Father of all who knows my heart so well. I may not truly understand it, but God’s will
for our lives has reason and purpose. And I leave it all to Him.</span> </div>
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This past weekend we decided to go camping, and thus we visited our favorite campsite again. It was our last camping trip of the year, as well as our last time camping in the South and most particularly in that campground we so love. The
same campground where my magical tree is found... my “Living Water Tree”, and the place where I have lived
many a happy gypsy story in our gypsy wagon.
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<span style="text-align: justify;">The reason it </span><span style="text-align: justify;">hurts so much to say goodbye to this place </span><span style="text-align: justify;">is
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<span lang="EN-US">It amazes me—the markedly visible changes in
the natural world that can take place in just a short week. I am back home, back from a week of helping
and caring for my elderly parents down in Florida after the hurricane that had affected
that beautiful State. Now back to my
little world of wonders that has already changed so much in a wink of a week…
from the maturity of a tired summer, to a mellow, quieted early autumn. And the garden is already a field of leaves,
and there’s a noticeable change in the atmosphere of the woods, in the </span>shadows that linger throughout the
house and the shaft of
light that kisses the world outside our little white cottage at 3:30pm. </div>
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It is a desolate, melancholic feeling and
the usual mood of autumn. More so,
because I have brought home with me from Florida a heart that’s been saddened by
the afflictions of Alzheimer that’s affecting my beautiful mother as she
struggles through life, and how she has so drastically declined in only a short
month since I saw her last, this past August.
Feelings of abandonment, and finitude have already taken possession of this
little heart of mine, that it is already mourning. And I find myself crying throughout the day,
searching for answers that I cannot find, coveting moments past, a childhood
memory, wishing for a complete sentence from lips that always spoke only of the
goodness in others. Eyes that can again search
mines without getting lost in the shadows past them. One more cuddle mom, a
walk on sturdy feet, one more meaningful embrace please mother come back to me.
Please postpone that long trip and stay by me... </div>
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I have already started packing things up as
we put our home for sale next week, and boxes are piling up. I am keeping only the necessary, only those
things that are dear to my heart in a dispensable way. Had been giving things away, and donating hundred
more. I don’t want to take with me
things I’m not using or know I won’t use any more. Taste changes, things change, the spirit changes. I’m not looking twice at those things I’m giving
away. I’m just letting others enjoy what
I had once enjoyed. Without a care in me
whatsoever I am freeing my soul of clutter as I declutter our house too. Not looking back. Not desiring what I once had coveted. Life is short. One must treasure only the present. </div>
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I hope you all are doing fine. Hope life
gives you the best, the prettiest, the dear close to you, to hold and cherish
and appreciate them. Please don’t forget to
let those you love know how much you value them. Treasure each moment spent with them and
forgive and forget that what is not rooted on love.</div>
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The blue Endless Summer hydrangea by the front porch is full with new blooms—finally. Not a single floweret was seen throughout the entire summer. This hydrangea was definitely not doing any honor to its name. Until now. And maybe I will still have blue hydrangeas by Halloween? </div>
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Halloween. The word always brings magical thoughts to my mind... of chilly evenings and crimsoned leaves swirling in autumnal breezes. Warm sweaters, pumpkin pies, hearty black bean soups and out of the oven warm baguettes. To catch a leaf in midair, make a wish, kiss it and toss it into the wind. And a time to return home.</div>
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little white cottage so that we can finally put it up in the market for
sale. Yes, it is official my
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magical little white cottage in the woods.
Our dear sweet nest that for so many days gifted us with shelter, joy, and
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unpredictable adventure! For who would
have thought back then when we were living our dear house in the roses on that
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A blessed time it had been, and some wonderful years spent here at our little white cottage. Years of spiritual growth, a time for fulfilling dreams, making new friends, collecting eternal
memories. Years of togetherness and
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I am thankful beyond words for every moment spent here, for
every memory made. Thankful for everything I was able to accomplish, for this precious garden created out of my
hands by the breath of God. For that magical, perfect wooded area behind my gardens. For my birds,
squirrels and rabbits. For that enigmatic white
rabbit wearing a waistcoat that I see roaming my gardens from time to time. For the witch who lives somewhere deep in my
woods. For the pond and the fishes. For the white cat that on one cold winter
morning came to me and stayed around until the roses bloomed and the robin-blue
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a delightful time you were! Surrounded by dear ones who for the very first time
since I left my maternal home and went far away were able to come to us, and celebrate at our home. What a blessing it has been to finally be able to be the
host and serve, and love and be one in harmony, love and acceptance! Fairy lights on the country porch
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The round, orange moon at the feet of giant trees up the
hill. The dark, silent country roads and fireflies in June. The
mist after the rain and the quiet hilly roads on my morning jogs.
Elephant ear and crepe myrtles. The distant coo call of pigeons and the
songs of wood frogs. The loud courtship songs of cicadas, the yellow bus
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precious gifts bestowed upon us these past four years. For the proximity of dear ones and
all the many occasions we were able to see them and be together. A precious gift.
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Thankful beyond words for our precious little white cottage of my dreams, surrounded by trees
and that enchanting wood at the edge of the garden where the voices of Nature can always meet my heart. Sunny, magical, and filled with birds.<br />
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My little heart is crying inside. For what we're living behind. Because the human heart is just like that. We wish for that what it is not and cry for that which
it was. And I'm almost forgetting that I cried
for many days when we first moved south, remembering what I'd left behind. And I
can't forget that I'm now crying for all I've learned to love and soon leaving behind.<br />
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Mixed emotions. A heart that is torn between two homes, two
gardens, two lives. Wish me well. Wish me luck. And please don't forget me. Come and say hi and follow me back to the
house in the roses, and that new life that's awaiting for us.</div>
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I love you all. From the little white cottage... to you.</div>
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CIELOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09117785476130671239noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582451086146217677.post-57701361815311586432017-09-09T12:40:00.000-07:002017-09-09T12:40:10.875-07:00My gypsy soul<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
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Hi, I am here again! Yes, you must all forgive me
for that. I'm not addicted to blogging, or social media, I promise. I'm just a bit anxious, and a bit
edgy if you may, about what's going on in my beloved <st1:state w:st="on">Florida</st1:state>. So to soothe my soul, I
need to sit down and write. </div>
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Are you a bohemian? Do you like decorating in bohemian style? Bohos are not restricted by other people’s
opinions. There are no trends in boho decor — forget Shabby Chic, French
provincial and all the design labels. Bohos are pickers and choosers who follow
their own tastes. Boho is a state of mind rather than a look — have you got the
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This here is my boho room.
It is also my favorite room in my entire house. What I like about it is the fact that I can
decorate this little space just as I please, whenever I please, without having
to fight the guilt of thinking that perhaps someone might not like it, or may find
it too peculiar, or too busy, or simply too unusual or just not them. </div>
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<span class="badgemoderator">I change it often, and decorate
it accordingly to my state of mind. I had recently taken down all the art
I had on these walls; which were actually almost all covered up in them. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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I had a nice assortment of art in my
gallery wall; not specifically matching in any sense. Different styles, and frames, colors and so on, but I loved them all. I love gallery
walls, but I worried about all those holes and scratches I had put on those
walls, and my spirit would not find its peace until I took them all down and filled
all those holes one by one and painted the entire room. But that's just me, because I am a little OCD.</div>
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Now I have a more serene look going on in there. Basically the same boho style I had last year, but
with a few changes. I have a new
Mandala embellishing my bed, this time in black and white, because, usually, my spirit craves the
peacefulness of neutrals. But I do have
all other colors too, just in case the crazy-gypsy in me comes out and request
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<span style="text-align: start;">Bohemianism has always been associated with artists, musicians, writers and designers, and if you are here, or come here often, you probably have artistic leanings too. Why not start work on a bedroom mural or collage that tells the story of your life as it unfolds?</span> </div>
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Artist Frida Kahlo</div>
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Singer Stevie Nicks</div>
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Poet Leonard Cohen</div>
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Dancer Isadora Duncan</div>
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CIELOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09117785476130671239noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582451086146217677.post-40207858467728562842017-09-07T17:08:00.002-07:002017-09-08T14:00:29.871-07:00Late summer days<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
A new kind of a breeze is running through the garden these
days. It's cool, and light, and it's lifting leaves and spreading petals
everywhere. Temperatures have dropped, and my soul can already hear the voices
of the new season calling my name.<br />
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I so love those slow hours of the tired summer
spent in the garden. The days are polished with morning haze, and
nights are turning chilly and the insects have gone to sleep early. I wish I could retain theses moments and days
forevermore in my heart, so I can later come back to them and bask in this joy...</div>
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The garden is slowing down too, but it still is much alive,
and the hummingbird couples that live here are a charming playful little thing to
watch... going from flower to flower wherever they see red. The elephant ear plants have been growing,
growing... growing to Jurassic plant sizes.
Whenever I go by them I can almost feel the ground trembling under the
feet of those enormous brachiosaurus and diplodocus that must live somewhere
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I love this tarnished vase. It is a wide-mouth and I can fill it with lots of roses and any other
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Every hour at the little white cottage bestow it's own magic
and beauty. At 9:00am the living room
and master bedroom get bathed in golden globules of sunshine and magic. Everything there is a game of light and shadows,
and wherever I look there's magic, and whatever I see I love. Then at 2:00pm is the peaceful front porch
where I would sit down and wait for the yellow school bus to go up the hill while I
wave at every little boy and girl that never wave back, or even see me, but I still
do... at 5:00pm, it is the back garden
towards where the woods meets the garden, or where the garden ends and the
woods takes over. It is flooded with
light. Mellow, ochre light and
peacefulness and twinkling light among branches and leaves. It truly is a magical place at that time of
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Round, yellow-orange like a perfect Mimolette cheese, and as magical as ever... a moon for when mysterious things happen and wishes come
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Up the hill where all those tall trees stand in the front of
our little white cottage, the moon was seen... coming up among those trees, as
if rising from the ground... That's the view I get looking out from our front
porch. You see, our cottage is located right
on the bend of two hills. One coming up
and one going down. Or vise-versa, depending on the direction you're coming, or going. It
all depends on directions. So if you're coming up the road from that certain
hill all you will see is our roof—our little white cottage buried down at the
bottom of that hill, but if you're going up the other way, then things stand higher up, and all you'd see are the tip of your neighbor's roofs and the moon right almost at the
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It was getting darker very fast as I was out there taking
pictures, and down that hill, the little white cottage looked mysterious, and
quiet, and I felt the magic of ages wrapping up my soul in orange light... </div>
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...the moon
reigning over my little world, glowing down in its full splendor at all those
willing to look up, or be out there photographing it. What a magical moment that was!<br />
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And down the hill our cozy nest awaited!</div>
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So dark, and quiet!</div>
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Nights at the little white cottage are always so beautiful
and dark, and I love the ambiguity and delicious mystery and coziness that surrounds
us. Nights in the country have no
comparison... I would always prefer those country nights over noisy city nights. The more when you get to live in a magical little
white cottage, tucked away in a wood where fairy tales abound... a place where haunting
beauty and magical strangeness surround you, and you get to live in a world
where anything can happen. Frogs can be the handsomest of gentlemen, a thicket
of brambles can hide a witch's shack deep in its floors, and a girl can fly
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I cannot exactly tell whether if it is something to do with
Hurricane Harvey approaching our neck of the woods or what, but the weather has drastically changed over the last 24 hours, and it is stormy and rainy, and high
winds have been carpeting the land with a layer of leaves and broken branches
everywhere. Strangely, some of the leaves have already taken the colors of fall, and although it is only the beginning of September, it
already feels wintry like around here, and the voices of the winds are frightening, and
lovely at the same time, and my soul is one with all I see and all I hear... a soul that must
had been born on the tip of raindrops and of the peaceful silence cocooned in
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Everything in the garden has come to a stop. The Crepe Myrtles are done putting all their
flowers, I'm afraid. And butterfly
bushes and the Knockout roses are looking scraggy, and long-legged. Two new lavender blooms are now embellishing
one the two <st1:place w:st="on">Paradise</st1:place> rose bushes, and the
gigantic elephant ears are still withstanding this rather marvelous blustery
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I love it... love it all, but recognize that the voices of
the storm frightens me and I'm a wimp. When all that frenzy of rain and wind among
swaying canopies and breaking branches above my head comes too close, all I know how to do is to run across the garden to the safety of our little white cottage, which is,
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When I go to sleep at night and it is stormy and the wind is making a lot of noise outside, I sometimes
would think about all those trees out there in front of our cottage forming
that tall barricade I so love, so bare and tall as they are, that if the wind would knock them down, they would come to rest right on top of where our bed is under our roof. Right there.
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Yesterday, I finally had my handyman Oscar helped me add
legs to that old dresser I spoke about awhile back, <a href="https://littlewhitecottageinwoods.blogspot.com/search?q=dresser"><span style="color: red;"><b>HERE</b></span></a>. </div>
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The day I painted this dresser I wasn't feeling well, and
did such a bad painting job... but
that's the beauty right there. You see,
because I did such a bad job, or not really caring how I did it, or how it
would turned out, is why this piece turned out looking as awesome as I think it does. Shabby Chic awesome in its two or three tones
of blues, greens and navy! And because this
happened by chance, and not intentionally, is the reason why it looks really
good to me, or at least acceptable under the label "shabby". And that's fine with me for now too. </div>
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Right after I brought those short legs home from the
thrift store I realized that they may not suite this 70's dresser, but I felt in love
with it, and the intricate design and wanted to try adding legs to it. All four legs were only five dollars, and I'm
cheap like that, and I like how much I pay for it.<br />
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I had those legs stored somewhere in the
garage since the beginning of the year and had almost forgotten about them until I found Oscar this week.
I still think they were not the right legs for this dresser, but that's
fine with me. I decided to paint them in
gold to match the pulls, and I love the contrast. So here's the 'before' with no legs..<br />
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My heart is in disarray these days, and after spending this
last week with mom at the assisted living home where she now lives, I have come
back home with separation anxiety... my little heart-house feels empty, and darkened
by a dreadful feeling of anticipated losses and anticipatory grief...</div>
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I have always been very close to my mother. Attachment is an emotional, long-lasting bond
that a child forms and, for some of us, this bond last forever... it does not
matter how old I am, <span style="background-color: white;">we are bonded to
each other with "emotional glue" — bonded with love.</span><span style="background-color: white;"> </span><span style="background-color: white;">The thought of losing her is overwhelming.</span><span style="background-color: white;"> </span><span style="background-color: white;">I cannot speak on this any further, my heart
is shut, and thus I will sit on a field of wildflowers and pretend I'm Alice in
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I love this paint so much! The name is Kendall Charcoal, from BM</div>
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The end of August has fully clad the garden in its finest
finery. Roses, crepe myrtles, azaleas,
vines and butterfly bushes are clothed in their most excellent showy garments, and
I sit in my red garden chair and can hardly believe this is all mine... all
mine! What glorious, little paradise I
have created here. Although I am sure I hadn't
work alone. Certainly, this work of art had
not come solely from my fallible, human hands. Angels must had worked very hard
next to me. I am humbled, and truly amazed
by every precious gift, small and big, that have been bestowed upon me these past
four years. I cannot even begin to
mention all the dreams and desires of my heart that have come true... one by
one. One day, I will share these stories
with you, but for now I remain humble, and expectant of what's to come;
completely aware that what is truly important are the simple, basic things in
life... honest, pure emotions surrounded by the majestic beauty of nature, and
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Thank you for being here with me, my friends! I count you as part of all the blessings I've
been showered with on this life... THANK YOU!</div>
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Half an hour late... I started my jogging routine today half an hour
later than my usual morning time, and in just that short period of time
things had already changed so drastically... the land was already burning, little
creatures were hiding, and bird songs were silenced from my ears... the sun-scorched roads sizzled and hissed at
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Twice, or three times I've seen this happened here since
we've moved to the south. I mean, men spitting
when you approach and they hear you talk (I have an accent - I'm minority - I wasn't born here - I'm not even a Baptist).
It happened again today with one of the air-conditioning guy who came by
to work on our air conditioner... and
no, he wasn't chewing tobacco. I don't know if this even has a meaning, or if
it's just something that's passed on from generations to generations through social
culture, or peoples' DNA... something
that grows on these men by watching their fathers and grandfathers and great
grandfathers doing it? Or is this behavior
something that just comes out unconsciously, for no specific reason? And if is something purposely done, what does
it mean? I just don't know, but whatever
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After all I have seen in just the few years we'd lived in
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believe that this is yet another form of covert racism<span style="font-size: 12pt;">... </span>Southerners... they are
often the picture of manners and Christianity when everyone is watching. Sadly,
it's the rest of the time you have to wonder about... I've seen this happen time
after time... and I just have to wonder if perhaps this is yet another proof
that tells us we should move back to the North? Bring those statues down--I will say! And let our beautiful world be united, not divided. One God,
many faces. One family, many races. One
truth, many paths. One heart, many
complexions. One light, many reflections.
One world, many imperfections. ONE. We
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This August is been the greenest month of all the year. The garden is laughing in the sunshine, the
massive elephant ears grin among the small wildflowers, and in the background
laid the dark green wood, every tree and every leaf is a bird nest, and some
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I am sickened by all is going on in our beautiful world... the
news sickens me... everywhere I see there's
destruction, death, hate, horrible attacks executed under the banner of religion. Please
Lord Jesus, come back soon! Peace, not
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And we're still waiting... and hoping, and evaluating decisions on the balancing scale of life.
In the meantime, summer unfurls, stretches, creeps, dances, and continue
to grow. Vines are lush and thick, and
although I haven't seen a lot of flowers yet, I love this flamboyant way of vines
of taking over everything and filling up every space with beauty, and graces... </div>
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The Crepe Myrtles, too, have not put a lot of flowers this
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Everything is green and flourishing, and rain has been
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drought around this same time last year, but things has been especially
wonderful this season, and right around 2:00 every day the sky would open up, and
it would gift us with a quick, mighty downpour that refreshes, revives, and
restores-clean the land, while my heart sings a silent song. Few things are more precious than rain and
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One of the kois is sadly missing.
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All the problems that we've been having with mom's illness
is putting a toll on us all, and today I was scorned by someone very dear to me,
and I was told I live in La-la land. Is
that a real place? I guess that would
make me a Lalalander, then. Right? But maybe... maybe it is faith, and living by
faith instead of over worrying about every little thing in life what "La-la
land" means, or is? If so, I rather
live in La-la land than having to go through life with an open umbrella under
the bluest of skies, waiting for that downpour that most probably will never
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CIELOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09117785476130671239noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582451086146217677.post-3928932796044091942017-08-11T14:35:00.000-07:002017-08-11T14:43:13.819-07:00Decisions<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
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Yesterday was our wedding
anniversary... and yesterday the Fisherman received the call of our lives—he
was offered the position of vice-president at his old job, up north where the
house in the roses resides... which means, we will go back to our daughter and
grandbabies, to our old city and our old dear home, where my dear garden
waits. And when they call back again
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It breaks my heart to know that we're moving
farther away from mom and dad at this stage in life. It is a tremendous decision to make. Two hearts are being put in a balance...
between the past and the future, between our daughters and our ageing parents. And
we stand in the center of it all, dumbfounded, and uncertain.... almost too shocked
to make the right move right now, because we can't think straight. We can hardly believe how life is giving us a
second chance... to retake what we'd lost, to reconsider our previous move and
go back to what we left... a chance that it won't come by ever again. My little heart is trapped. And I cannot leave mom and dad behind. Just the thought of it breaks my heart. The
opportunity of being near then when we moved south was a precious gift. For 27 years I prayed that we could live, if
not in the same town as then, at least close, and we have been able to share
precious time with them since we moved south. Life's
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Oh, let me take you into the dark
green woods, like a 'mass of darkness', the ground overgrown by privets and
trees of all sorts... a sanctuary for birds and the thrashers that scrape and
graze the floors of this place that sometimes become a trail where little
rushing rivers converge, and form and run down to the skirt of the garden to
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And now that I'm free again to
roam my domains as I wish, I am living the hours of my days here—dreaming under
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In my dreams I'm treading some old witch's track, amid brilliant flowers and long grasses, and
far beyond the thicket there must be a shack... a witch's cottage crowned with
evergreen leaves and decorated with a thousand beautiful flowers that perfume
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CIELOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09117785476130671239noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582451086146217677.post-81787180302406454862017-08-06T15:34:00.001-07:002017-08-06T15:40:44.266-07:00On a rainy Sunday<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
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thunder rumbling in the distance. I love the voice of thunder and gray dark
days. Here in the south, rainy days mean the darkening of all that's
green and lush, and the woods turning into a sorts of night, and birds and
little creatures scurrying away... where, oh where do they go and, where are
their dwelling places? </div>
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Inside the house little lights
are turned on everywhere. We made ourselves some papaya milkshakes,
and both of us went our separate ways in the house; to do just what each
love. I'm sitting by the window writing, and contemplating what
evolves outside while I listen to Nature's music and try to secrete it somewhere in my
soul. The Fisherman reads and works on his emails. </div>
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When rain stops, or when it's
just a splish-splash of a light drip drip drip, up would come from the ground
all those rain ghosts—a faint fog that would lift from the road up the hill,
and from people's roofs, and you would see these light-headed, misty ghosts
walk away in little dances... moving, shifting until disappearing in thin air...
rain, and fog—a most lovely of combination, that only happens here in the
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I am going through some old
photographs on my computer and I just had to post some pictures I took in 2014
when we moved to our little white cottage and our living room was a hotchpotch
of colors and gypsy pillows. It has changed a lot since, but I still
find this decorating style fascinating, and if I have the courage to change things
again, I would bring back all that gypsy goodness and make my living room gay
and colorful again. For now, it will be as is—the black and white
more modern approach that I so love too. </div>
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I am now going to put on my rain boots and go outside into my rainy garden for some magical time.... I wish we could turn into fairies, or into tiny Thumbelinas and go play together in the rain for a bit! Wouldn't that be nice! </div>
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