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Sunday, November 16, 2014

STANDING STONE

Days are warm and mellow and a dreamy pale amber sunlight scatters itty-bitty stars across the garden; across the privet with its November trees and November birds.  


And there’s a whiff of apples and cinnamon toast hanging from the atmosphere, and mornings are bringing with them a corduroy-cold air that makes the world sing songs ablaze in crimsons, goldenrods and brown. 



When evenings approaches, the sun shines pumpkin gold and there's a dreamy scent blowing magic everywhere. 



The gypsy girl looks up to the sky.  She sees the signs.  She hears the songs.  Then, she considers it all.
 

The time of the falling leaves has come again.


The air is wild with colors and the world has turned old.   
Time to make memories under the autumnal sun...  


The little gypsy girl braids up her hair the gypsy way…


   She dresses her self in skirts of Ashes, Oaks, and Maples and out she goes...
 in search of the sun—to dream, to fly, to soar in wings of butterflies…


She’s a swirling a whirling a Mary Poppins of sorts
It’s magic, it’s magical
It’s November – spring over the ground



This is a spice shop out here… 
sunshine has spread out a carpet of leaves of every name, 
and the gypsy caravan is a flapping of wings under the autumnal trees.


Colorful draped fabrics, pillows, beads, and a nice heater on high… 
'cause oh it was soooo cold!




Ah autumn.  A magic beyond all we do here!


Friday, October 10, 2014

Autumn in the gypsy camp

Early this morning, I decided to see what the day had for me out there...  I looked outside my window and was immediately enchanted.  There is a soft delicious harmony out there, a mystery swirling in the mellow atmosphere, a rustle in the Privet, a luster in the sky….


Our little white cottage is just starting to wake up to the new day… 


 It looks cozy and lovely hidden away it its foundation at the bottom of the hill...


The start of this new season provides a wonderful opportunity for you to renew… it always happen to me... I get this sense of wonder, a rush, a joyful anticipation… of what? Of something… something magical and wonderful about to happen… 


One thing is always sure if nothing else is… it's a time to discover which parts of yourself you'd like to embrace and expand upon, and which parts of your summer skin you'd like to shed, and everything I see and hear and feel is telling me that it is the perfect time to find my inner gypsy.  So I look in my closet and search for as many an array of patterns and colors I could find there...


I shall be dressed in my gypsy self… I shall I should!


Then I step outside…  all jeweled up in an arrange of layers and colorful goodness…


Just how I like it!  
Oh but it is too wet and too cold out here to be strolling the gardens in high heels...
So I run inside and get something more comfortable...


Fall is at the tip of my toes… 


Oh how I love thee, Autumn.  You’re that same old friend of a thousand years ago when you settled all over my garden in just the same way you do it today… bringing with you your magic, spells and incantations to pour all over my little world.


Ah, you fill my days with magic and stories of strange things... you transport me to places untold which I’d never seen, and yet… how often have I been there… who draws the curtains? Who is it... that does all these things?


The world will always need a drop of magic in its vast ocean, doesn't it...  Oh yes, without it, without imagination whirling all around you, life is but an empty cup. 


Don't you just love Autumn!

I do I do I do!

Collecting some precious treasures with a joyful heart…

wanting to embrace every bit of the day in your heart.  

Soaking it in, to fulfill your soul…

dancing in a swirling of falling leaves,

singing with the birds with open arms…

Nature’s peace flowing into you.

Thank you for stopping by my friend, hope you go out and enjoy your day!

Saturday, September 20, 2014

The gypsy room

Autumn has not shown its full-true face around here yet, but days have that sleepy, golden look they get just before summer slips over the edge of the world.  I am excitedly waiting for those magical October days.  In the mean time, I'll keep my watch from the comfort of my own little gypsy room...

wishing, dreaming 
and hoping and thinking 
and dreaming... dreaming each night with Autumn's charms..