Autumns Glory

Perhaps its in the coffee that I drink much too much,
perhaps I have an excuse because I'm supposed to be "creative"
Maybe I have a romantic sort of mindset.
Whatever it is, somehow I'm in my proper place when autumn rolls in.
Clearly I haven't yet discovered what it is about these days, why does my heart draw a peaceful breath at every newly fallen leaf, why do I feel still feel as though I were surrounded by a million flowers whose heady scent filled me with there intoxicant nectar. Somehow no matter how many autumns I see, I am humbled by the beauty.
Do we see the mirror in autumn of our own lives, aren't we all on some journey leading to the slowing down of things, wether we are in a season or whether we see the symbolism that all men walk toward eternity and some day will trade these human bodies for the realms of which we have only dreamt.
Autumn is a mystery in that its strength and beauty somehow combines with the other more darkened mood, in the same way oil and vinegar mix yet never blend together. We see the journey strong, majestic even, breathtakingly beautiful,  signaling the beginning of an end.
A sad thought, yet somehow it doesn't seem out of place in the melancholy days of this season.
how many times will we question our own humanity in the rain fall, or see in the misty clouded lands the scope of life. autumn is a philosophic teacher, a stoic sort that makes me inspect all of life with a inquisitive eye.
A lighthearted nature mingling with a more pensive aspect embodied on the world around me; harmoniously. This too keeps me in wonder.
Today She's stepped across the threshold, in a bath of sunlight glow, and we the onlookers have drawn a breath at the mystery, at the beauty.  We look to see her face, benevolent ? or wild with tempestuous moods ?
Only time will tell.
Oh, lets not forget to be drawn on in wonder at the loveliness our Father has blessed us with.
At the colors and the velvety wild winds, at the face of our nightly companion grown larger, and the sky so still and clear every star becomes seen. Lets be caught up in the rains and clouded atmosphere, lets look to see our faces in the puffs of our breath that find form in this special chilly air.
And lets be happy we live in a world where autumns exist.

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A beauty like no other

Perhaps its a romantic kind of mindset, or perhaps I'm just strange.
How is it that something that I have seen occur 21 times in my life can still cause me to be filled to bursting with soul shaking wonderment.

The sights the sounds, the Vibrant
colors, the way the wind becomes less bitter, and turns to velvet in a second, richly perfumed with the delicate essences of the most lovely earthen delights that were brave enough to peep there heads through there soft beds in hopes that the world had come through the dark days.
  Somehow it all again seems new, each time I watch a tree slowly Blossom, and every time there is a  new sprout or new color, I'm filled with awe. As if for the first time my eyes are beholding, something new and strange, and delightful.
But how can this be, I find myself asking, that there is nothing new in its ways, that have become expected and as counted on as an old friend. And yet still, I see it with fresh eyes.
What ever it is my heart innocently grows fuller at the sight of Green just the brightest and freshest,
and trees in the distance that are spattered with this haze of almost perfect Pink
The rush of bird song fills my soul and I sigh at the perfection of Gods wondrous and simple world.

Even lately when the sun doesn't shine, and hasn't for few days past.
And the soil is moist and richly dark, and the tree bark is a deep black, the little bright Viridescent leaves glow in the foggy moodiness, creating this perfect and beautiful display of new and old, dark and light.
I fall asleep exhausted at all I have seen and heard, and captured to ponder within.
I know there will never be a day when I do not become a fire when I behold Verdant loveliness, and never more that at spring, but I'll forget to expect it therefore making the experience all the more pleasing.  

Gods love doesn't wax old, and neither in the same sense do His creations.
And for this I'm truly grateful.
Now I'm off to enjoy more spring. You should to, take a moment to just capture the beauty please do.

                                                     Photo credit Pinterest: 
                                                                  I'm sorry I have no idea who took it. 

The heart of Thanksgiving

It feels as thought winter has indeed stopped to make a home here in my part of the world.
December had come, goodness me how that has happened, but I say that about all months that arrive so quickly, and lately it seems they all do.  Autumn is no more by the arrival of white, even if only a dusting serves as a reminder; every time I look out the window.
The colours of autumn have fallen long ago, another season nearly laid to rest.
At this time of year we celebrate thanksgiving, and indeed we have passed it by more than a week.

I had intended to write something, but....

With thanksgiving not so far behind. I wanted to write something that spoke of the holiday,
but more than that I wanted to write about the heart of thanksgiving.
Thanksgiving is more than just a day to share with those we love, that is indeed wonderful, but thankfulness is a heart condition, not just a holiday.

Thanksgiving
 is one of the most beautiful forms of praise, that I can think of, its not just I love you because you did this for me, or oh thanks for the favour. No gratefulness in much deeper than all that surface stuff, this gratefulness is a one way overcoming (I hardly know how to put it into words its so not a thing) That wells up inside your spirit and spills over into any words that suffice, and sometimes don't suffice, praising a Father who gives everything so fully for our redemption, and enjoyment.
Its that thing that brings tears to your eyes when your heart is so fill, so wondrously jammed with beautiful blessings, that you can hardly stand to keep it in. That's why tears flow when your family's gathered in one room together and the chatter is noisy and jolly and frivolous but that moment is so perfect so joyful that your heart sees a blessing and gratefulness like a tree grows larger and larger.

Its hard to practise Thankfulness when we are restricted in our hearts by the doubts, and crushed down by terrible circumstances. We can easily become hard when we focus of the don't haves rather than the magnificent beauties we do have in our lives.

Thankfulness
is a funny thing if practised consistently, it conditions your heart for growth, and removes the above mentioned states. When your heart is conditioned your in a position to walk in the path designed for you before the foundation of the world. Set by God for your enjoyment.
I believe that Thankfulness stem's more from having something you wanted, granted to you. That is just one tiny facet of gratefulness.
True Thankfulness is an acknowledgement of someone greater than you who has endued you with an ocean of love and mercies and unmitigated grace. To make your life so marvellous, so breathtaking. And Thankfulness is the way to get there to that place;
because your focus is on His HUGE Love that surrounds you and drops pleasures into your life without warning or being asked. (have you ever thought that God just likes to see you smile ?)

Its every moment of every day recognising how magnificent this life is, laden with blessings so colossal so glorious that we haven't even imagined it. Recognising that and expecting so fully to see them in faith, that we give an offering of thanks to our loving Father in the heavenly because he satisfies the longing heart.
   For He satisfies the longing soul,
 and fills the hungry soul with goodness.
    ( Psalm 107:9)
An attitude of Gratitude holds such power, and frees your mind. I feel that it puts you in a place that is cushioned with His love. Because you made yourself aware of his love every day that you live in a place that's unrealistically peaceful.
Gratefulness gets you so caught up in His Love that you fly over the bumps on the journey because you have let Him hide you in the cleft of the Rock, you have taken up your residence in His courts and found refuge under His pavilions.
The Word tells is to forget not all His benefits, I believe this is why.
In a way its a pare of rose coloured glasses from the Creator of the universe, see through a heart full of Gratitude for the undeserving displays of His love for you in your life.
Its a beautiful mindset.
With it you'll enjoy life in so many ways unrestricted.

Perhaps if I may, in the up coming year designate a book, with blank pages for the breathings of gratatude. Make a choice to look for them and recognise the blessings and where they come from. imagine a whole year spent like that. Its a three hundred and sixtyfive day treasure hunt. Indeed I do believe that I shall add this to my new year. How about you ?

Seasons For Literature.

But being on the cusp of a new season, its very chilly today and when I begin to crave sweaters and hot cinnamon flavored coffees, I know that a change has taken place. I thought I would post something about seasons.


If your reading this post and have read this blog for any time you know how much I am Enthralled by the changing seasons. There beautiful in a variety of ways, different and inspire a person freshly.
Its september, Someone please I implore you to tell me how that happened.
At first when I think about summer being over, I get all watery eyed, and sad. But somehow or another time has moved and were on the brink of a new start, again. The weather is suddenly chilly, and I'm getting the strongest urges to ramble about wooded paths just to soak in all the beauty of what is going and what is to come. Were at the twilight of the seasons, not quite done with summer, but not quite crossed over into autumn. A beautiful time.


I was asked this question recently (in a set of tag questions) I just had to re post it along with my answers here. It seemed appropriate for heading into a new season, also I just love the general mix of seasons and literature all aspects of it from the absorbing of it to the creating of it. I really love this question.


                  Which of the seasons, spring, summer, autumn, or winter, appeals to you most in                                                              a literary sense and inspires you to write?

All of them, but in different ways. winter I want piles of delicious words from stories I didn't write, But also gives me a nostalgic air that I must write to get in order to get out. everything floods with cozy thoughts and memories. That creatively helps a lot, flooding the mind with all sorts of ideas stemmed from memories.




Spring is so inspiring nature especially. Misty mornings and budding trees, theres nothing like new life to get the creative juices flowing. I probably have more novel inspiration in spring than any other season. Everything aligns to be perfect in a fleeting way, and I feel an urgency to capture that. summer is one of those months of experience where I watch people, in silent observation. due in part to more stuff happens in summer than any other time. I look around me and notice society. Where I wonder about time and the speed at which everything seems to happen. Early mornings with the sunrise and silent reveries, and a graceful growth of nature that matures before my wondering eyes. Also, nature has a way of inspiring me with writing, when I'm pulling weeds or planting and tending the garden I usually have a head full of plots, knightly sword fights, daring damsels, and strange happenings. the best time to plot is when your knee deep in soil and fresh earth, with gentle summer flower scents excite the senses. Its all a very natural process. And autumn in its colored splendor gives me a mood that I haven't found a word for yet. A daring sort of mood that drives me to daring and majestic things with my characters and plots. Autumn is mysterious, shrouded in misty grey, wet mornings and chilly evenings. Its cider and jacketed walks which if you haven't figured it out yet, is one of my favorite ways to be inspired. I don't know, theres something about musky woods and smokey wind pared with the rush of geese calls that just ignite a warm glow of creativity within me.
Each season my mood changes and each time its different. cozy and sad and thinking about the past, new and fresh with resolve and romantic inclinations, mature and bright and natural, or deep and mysterious. I couldn't choose one season I love them all creatively speaking.

Now I put this question to you dearest reader, I would love to know your answers. even if your not a writer I would still love to know which season inspires you most, maybe all, like me ? 

Feel free to answer in a comment, or do what I have done in a post, and leave me a not to hope over to your respected corners of the internet. 

Enjoying the in-between season.


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Hello Old Friend

I haven't had much time to write anything lately, with summer comes many duties. But I'm never far from writing in my mind. I thought I would post about what I do in the times I'm far from paper and pen. When I finely sit down to write, its like the meeting of old friends. I miss my characters more than I would have imagined.
Its as though I finely get to converse with someone, or someones who have a mutual mind. every second spent with these non existent beings our relationship grows stronger and stronger. deeper and deeper. I would have never imagined growing so attached with figments of my imagination.
I never thought that building characters was much like building relationships, with real people. The more you spent time with them, the more you know them at there essence. quarks, style, ticks everything that makes them them. and this is easier now because I can meet them in the doorway of my imagination at any time. morn or eventide. There are some you just click with and others who are a bit more elusive, I have learned this and its added a deeper growth to my writing than I could have imagined. I know lots of people stress the character thing, and I was one of those people who `nods head´ Yes yes I agree, I get it its important, but then never gave it much time or thought to deepen the idea.
I always thought that this meant writing, but I was wrong. Lately being far from anything that writes even a pen I have been dreaming all sorts of things in my mind. what would happen if, or what if that. I have been doing an extensive research of my characters far down to small details like there favourite colours. Its been wonderful.
Thankfully this is the first novel I have really stuck to. And I have spent so much time with, three years writing a novel is a long time, and there are more reasons why its not finished apart from the I'm terrible at just getting to it than can be written here.
That the characters are more and more like old friends than just narrators whispering in my ear.
now instead of a cold face to face factual interview, we chat at our leaser on sofas and have bergamot and french vanilla scented tea. And we stray to many things apart from there past. I do need to spend some more time with the rest of this cast, but hey the the two main protagonist is a good start. I'm just imagining a friendly interview with a sputtery cold old antagonist, and its very hilarious. Well see.
I just thought I would encourage you to spend a little more time with your cast, and give it a try. Close your eyes picture your characters give yourself time to dream all sorts of scenario's. Even ones that stray far from your plot. you'll be pleasantly surprised with what you discover. I know I have.

What about you, What do you do to understand your characters ?





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Ramblings of today

Today was a slightly warm day, the kind that got me thinking about spring. The sun was high and warm, and the sky for a first time in a wile was cloudless and brilliant blue, the shade I have been missing. Though I love winter, and those nasty rainy days that forces one indoors and to rely upon the expanse of ones mindful intellect. I do so love thoughts of spring. Not that winter has been too harsh, rather its been quite mild in truth, but Today I couldn't help but get those tiny spring sensations that creep upon you like fairies wings. It's was most lovely.
Right now as the sun is setting, and at four thirty too, another reminder tis not truly spring, I can't but feel that my glimps of spring is gone with the sun to warmer places, and to other more fortunate folks who have it before I do. Who knows what tomorrow will bring but it surely won't be giving me any spoilers.
Life has been busy and a flury of books as I have finally got to a library, I love reading and won't say anything more about it. Save that my new book list for the year has gotten of to a nice start, hopefully I shall read more than last year.
Speaking of new years, has anyone else still to get used to writing 2013 ? Please tell me I'm not the only one.
It seems that when I read I am more inspried to write, and that's the best feeling of all, when two  passions I love seem to be hand in hand helping me along. Perhaps I shall indulge your wild curiosity dear readers and give you more snippets ? Or perhaps not, it's a strange feeling to write the new words to one of my novels for all to see, I'll get over that feeling and probably post some snippets anyway. If of course there really is a curiosity to what I'm writing, do leave me a Comment and say so if you are, if your not I really won't mind. Those words are my babies anyway. It doesn't matter if anyone else reads them but me. Oh dear I'm rambling again, do excuse. It's been too long since I have posted, here on this little piece of Internet o mine.

Tell me dear reader, what have you been doing with your selfs lately ? Any good reads ? Or visits from spring ?


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Autumn's Pleasures

  How can it be that autumn is so fully here, and I forgot to post about it ? 

Its strange to think that this time last year we had a thick layer of snow covering the earth. 

And this year it is so different, oh true the leaves have changed, and how wonderfully indeed to see the autumn colour's, but autumn seems to be a bit tardy. Autumn, not the cold. 

Though we have had some deliciously blustery days, it seems the rain is more adamant than the sun. And so we have more rain than those cold but sunny autumn days, the kind that give you all sorts of feelings, like running through the woods for no reason at all. And wearing those long shut away boots and pullover cardigans. The crisp air stinging ones cheeks, and the crunch of dry leaves underfoot. Ah, I do love autumn. 

                                                                      Though I'm not complaining about rain, I do love rainy days. 

perfect for that forgotten cup of tea, and that book you haven't cracked a page to read in ages. 

I have been spending my autumn, trying to be as creative as possible, Drawing, something I haven't done in ages, sewing, knitting something I want to be better at, and making goodies to put on my families Etsy site. I promise a post about that soon. 

So where does writing get placed amid all that creativity ? unfortunately on the back burner, and screaming THERE'S NOT ENOUGH HOURS IN THE DAY would be cliche´. Honestly I don't know how people are so creative with all the normal living to be done. But that's not what I started this post about, so I'll refrain from any further thoughts on this subject 

It seems August was in some kind of hurry, he wasn't very nice, and he wasn't very friendly. 

and October is shaping up to be quite the same as its predecessor. Oh well, I shall have to enjoy autumn in fast forward because soon enough it will be winter and that can seem to last forever. 

Cinnamon, apple cider, warm soups, lazy days spent under a large coverlet, pies, apples, apple pie, 

those distant waifs of some ember burning far away in the air, a harvest moon. 

These just skim the surface of why autumn is so enticing. 

I hope you are having a stupendous autumn,

 I would love to know what you love about autumn. 

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Of A Lazy Wednesday Afternoon

Life seem to be constantly going, wither its housekeeping, meal making or any other unexpected chore that seems to be coming out of the woodwork lately. There are some times that are relatively peaceful, and might even be called "lazy" These are very rare mind you, but none the less today this afternoon has been just that for me. Out my window there is a million tiny flakes that are bent in delaying my dreams for spring, covering the ground in a white blanket, I'm having all sorts of wintery inclinations just because of the picture that is slowly building outside. I'm sipping a steaming cup of coffee as I write and all day have been having urges to shamelessly tromp through the snow with the ardor of a child. Ah its a sweet thought

but the days demands are building and I can feel my lazy afternoon coming to a rapid close. But still I linger just a but more day dreaming all sorts of things that would be wonderful to do whilst in the snow. 

 Of certain battles that would be most exciting to be apart of knights and horses all battling in the snow covered hills of times past winter fashions from the ancient days and the old countries. I would love to write all sorts of things about the winter fairies that used to play in my imagination when I was a child, their adventures ignited me to see winter differently as a child, always looking for the tiny creatures that made the snowflakes. I have been most fondly dreaming of a book, I haven't cracked the pages of a book in how long ? I cant say. I know this can't particularly be done outdoors in the falling snow but I know that to sit be a window and enjoy both would be wondrous. 

What are you doing with your afternoon ? I do hope its something you love.

                                                                                                                                 Photos via pinterest

Time, Moments and February Dreams

Where has january gone I ask my self, it seems the hands on the clock wind down so quickly these days.
I must take this time to say adieu to January, you came and went I barely noticed you at all.
These days I seem to notice time go, like sand in my hands I cant really get a firm grasp on it it just keeps moving despite all my cries of protest, isn't it strange that as children time seemed to crawl with an excruciatingly sluggish pace, and now you turn around twice and a year has passed.
I am ever reminded to keep every day with persistence, by that I mean to keep my days as productive as they can, and I must admit I get quite frustrated when often they are not as I would like them to be.
With time flowing, and unless we invent some object to stop it, which isn't going to happen any time soon

I try to remind my self that every day every moment is a gift to be kept with respect, how I spend my time wont slow it down but it will maximize the few short hours we get each day. This has been something coming up allot in this infant year and I am determined to get it right and use every moment of spare time for something useful.

 But I have to say there are those moments that time seems to stand still, when lying in a field with the sun over head feeling life grow and breath in those moments time doesn't matter, I've been dreaming of those moments or at least grass covered hills.

So welcome February stay a while please.
How do you keep time and spend it wisely ? I would love to know.

One Small Child

                         One small child in the land of a thousand
                      One small dream of a savior tonight
               One small hand reaching out to the star light
           One small savior of life.
                                                                One small child, song written by David Meece. 


That tiny life that came, willingly given by His Father to a lost and dying world.In human flesh he came that concealed his wondrous glory, A tiny child. He came into this world as any other child does, but came for a purpose no other could understand, he had a destiny no other has had, and fulfilled that destiny no matter the pain for you, and me.

The hands that would be pierced, tiny and soft held by his mother, did she know the importance of this
 life she was entrusted with ? The face she kissed, as she held her child close did she know the pain He would endure ?

His purpose ? To bring life, everlasting life to you and me, that is what we celebrate at christmas.
Its not just the birthday of a child, but the birth of grace, pure love in the flesh that looked across the echoes of time and all the world all that ever was or would ever be, and came to a humble people in a humble form to be our propitiation for all sins ever committed for all time.
 Unmitigated love, that is what we celebrate at christmas, the pure love of a Father and the pure love and willingness of a Son.
So as we celebrate christmas this year, as we get caught up in the fun this season brings, remember the true and only gift that has ever really has mattered, Jesus the love that came down at christmas and the gift he has given to you and me.

For unto us a child is born,
 unto us a son is given
and his name will be called 
Wonderful Councilor, 
Mighty God , 
Everlasting Father, 
Prince of Peace. 
ISAIAH 9:6 

Happy christmas to all my blogging friends, may this christmas be the most wondrous one for you and your families, as we remember the wonderful gift we gave been given through His coming, His death, and HIs rising to life again.

Through the Eyes of a Child

Close your eyes and remember, remember a time when everything held within its self a quality of enchantment. Remember the dreams, excitement, and charm of life seen through the eyes of a  unburdened  heart.

 

Every moment held an inexpressible characteristic of something, something that could not be described. Why, I ask my self is it that as we grow we lose that special quality to see the lighter things. Why do we become so absorbed in the things that "must be done" that we completely forget about the important things, things like magic and wonder and the beauty of things that are seemingly simple, but can because of some complex reason that I don't understand hold the most meaning to every one involved. 

 I implore you to remember to look at this Christmas season through the eyes of a child, try though it may be hard, to forget about the endless things that need doing, or the many things that are piling up, and be in the moment. Its easy to be overwhelmed at this time of year with parties, presents, family, and our own expectations to make things absolutely perfect. Just remember that the most important things rarely are the big things that we try to with strength and might to pull off, but are the tiny things that take nearly no planing or are the spontaneous and simple things that give us warm happy memories. Things like walks in the winter snow, or traditions that have been passed from generation to generation, I know that even these things take someone planing them to make them happen, and its easy to despise this season because of the work and planning that goes into it but please don't. This christmas look at everything as a child would and find yourself in a wonder world of inspiration and joy, because christmas isn't about all the things we get hung up on, but its about remembering the real reason we have to celebrate. The freedom we have because of one tiny child and the sacrifice that He would ultimately make for all of us.

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October Storm photographs

Well dear readers I promised pictures from the snow storm we got hit with on saturday, here is just a few of them.
     

These were taken early on in the day, the snow was just a light dusting then, later it would gather up

       to about  twelve inches or more.     

  I have to say I love snow but I also love autumn and I was so unhappy that my autumn colors were ruined by snow. But then I unhappily went out side, after my mother forced me to go. Though I was fighting every second I was soon was caught up in the magic of the moment,
 SNOW softly falling like a million  FEATHERS 
             fluttering
                 FALLING                                                  
                          swirling                                                                                                     

  STICKING to every LEAFE every patch of uncovered GROUND,
       TICKLING My cheeks DANCING around me, ah I was caught up in the beauty, no longer  
   fighting the warm  DELIGHTED feelings that arose within me.      

 SNOW during autumn, you want to know something ? I completely didn't mind having my AUTUMN colors ruined for a time by that lovely SNOW.  I realized I was doubly Blessed to have Autumn and Winter together in an exquisite display BLENDED perfectly together  by NATURE.
I would not trade that experience for anything My eyes captured everything my camera could not. How I will TREASURE everything, the white scenes, the CRISP wind, the very distinct smell of snow, ask me sometime and I'll try and describe it to you.
I hope you enjoy the pictures of those near perfect scenes.

Sending you love 

October Storm

October decided it would not leave easily, instead it felt the need to fight for its place and achieve eternal reign over all seasons. It did not, instead winter decided it wanted to come early and on Saturday an epic battle was fought between these two.  My sisters and I awoke to a winter wonderland of snow, I have to say I wasn't really ready for snow, but I was soon happily caught up in the beauty of nature, if you have ever wished to have snow falling over lovely colored leaves, that have not fallen from the trees, I would now understand why you would wish such a thing, the immense beauty of the two seasons happening at the same time was something very special and wonderfully unforgettable I relished in the breathtaking beauty, it couldn't be described as anything else than magical.
But to us unknown, a battle was being fought between these two lovely seasons, I now know why autumn and winter are separate and have never before met. As the snow fell relentlessly and heavily on the poor
unsuspecting trees they bent low and heavy to the ground under the immense pressure, no one expected what happened next. By midnight the snow had lightened a bit but by that time the trees had been brutally beaten. the curious onlookers, consisting of myself my three sisters and our dear mother stood rapt in the eerie, still night. If it had been any other night it would have been magical with the snow falling around us, but with the huge branches of the trees so heavy with the snow nearly touching the ground, and the tall fir trees looking so unlike were used to it was anything but. Then, the unthinkable happened, a loud popping sound pierced the night and to our horror a large branch from the gorgeous tree in our back yard fell with a heavy crash. We were thankfully safe indoors but still it was quite frightening, but winter was not yet finished and after a few moments our beloved tree split in two under the enormous weight to our horror, the sound cannot be described, and should never be heard. A perilous night was passed with the wind howling and nocking on our windows demanding entrance, every few moments the cracking popping and mutilations of natures most majestic creation reached our ears. Next morning the storm had passed, the great battle had been fought and it seemed winter had won, it seemed so until the sun peeked its head from its fluffy cloud pillow, and warmed the earth with his rays and winter had to answer to his sunny smile, unhappily it slowly melted back into the earth. Which force of nature won ? I couldn't say, each suffered massive loss, but the saddest for me was the trees.







P.S.
 Pictures of that day before the battle was fought are soon to come...

AUTUMNS WINDS

What is it about autumn that makes warm feelings surge through me,
thoughts of walks through the newly painted nature, being chased by the chill in the air but unwilling to be hurried on by it. Lovely colors that seemingly imitate those found in the sun. fireside evenings filled with warmth and enjoyment. quiet rainy days. All of these come to my mind when thinking of autumn, and all of these things make me treasure fall and its warm colors and flavors. I have relished in autumn, as I do every year and yet I seem to never tire of it.
But there is one thing I love in particular that I just had to write about today.
As I write this I'm looking out the window facing me, the sky is filled with beautiful violet grey clouds for certain a storm is on its way, the branches on the tree in our back yard is being tossed on the wind. Can you guess what it is I'm writing about ? Wind, wonderful wind, that unseen thing that tickles you softly and gives you the feelings of wings to fly, wind that mischievous child that doesn't mind tangling your hair or causing one to shiver. I love watching the wind though unseen on its own  giving us clues to it being here, like the way it catches the falling leaves scattering them here and there, bring colors of autumn to every corner of the street on which I live. The way the branches of the trees get caught within its grasp and move as if in a graceful dance moving to and fro. Can't you see it swirling twisting flowing everywhere all around us, the most beautiful invisible gift we have, WIND the word in its self inspires within me a sense of awe and mystery, its probably because I can't see it that I have a relentless fascination with the wind. If only I could capture the great sense of feelings I get when imagining its beauty, is that possible ? Perhaps that will be my great task, thats something to ponder on isn't it.
I hope you are enjoying your autumn, I would love to know your favorite thing about autumn or perhaps you have some fascination with something nature related, I would love to hear about it.
        Blessings

Remembering Spring Photo Challenge

I am entering the Essence Of Eve Photo Challenge, its Remembering Spring, ah yes spring that wonderful season that comes after winter and before summer. I wasn't sure I could enter but found these hidden away in my photobucket account. You can still enter until the twentieth of october if you are interested in entering you can read the rules here.
                  These are my two entries

                   This one above is of the blossoming leaves, I'm always amazed by new life.

                                        Wild Roses taken by the beach.
                                         Isn't Gods creation glorious ?








Hoping you are enjoying your week 

Joining here 

I hope you too have some old forgotten spring photos to enter.

Autumn Tea.

 I have my sweater on, my trusted boots all laced and and a wide grin gracing my face, what is it that I a smiling about ?   I am joining The Old fashioned Girl and Grace in her lovely garden for a walk through the orchard I love the idea of gathering together to celebrate autumn and every thing we love and enjoy about the season. One such gathering going on until the twenty third of october is a spot of tea, a lovely link up if you love anything and everything about tea. Think of it as a tea party online from blog to lovely blog.
you can add your link, or just come along and see what others have to share just click here

Tea lovely tea, delicate dried leaves steeped in hot water poured from a beautiful pot, lovely china, silver spoons ah a moment to relax and be fully drawn in letting your senses awake in the aromatic scents of the lovely leaves take in a breath and and savor the fleeting moment of peace.

I don't understand why we americans don't have afternoon tea the english do and many other countries still enjoy a cup, but for us it has become a morning drink that has long been in the shadows of coffee and other coffee drinks, its a shame, tea is really a lost treasure.
I remember tea parties well, though it has been some time sense I have actually had a real tea party, ah time flies it seems only yesterday my sister and I were lulling away lovely hours in the sun under a favorite tree laughing and playing we were high born english ladies having our afternoon tea. But here I am now having a fall tea party with all of you ! Come and join me
                                                        THE TABLE 
I have set up a little table out side on a crisp autumn day, and have lain a lovely white or linen piece of cloth over the table, and spread some colored leaves from my yard across the table like a table runner of nature, my center piece is a bunch of home made paper flower, you can find the how to HERE

 

   aren't these cute ? I just had to post these, there party favors or place cards with a lovely flavored tea inside what a nice idea . I am placing these on my table also.

and for decorations, a felt autumn leaf garland, so cute  

 REFRESHMENTS

At my table I'm placing

Griddle scones recipe here these look really simple and delicious 

Walnut cake with caramel whipped cream recipe here next time I make a cake I'm making this one 

And lastly Ina Garten's Cranberry Harvest Muffins recipe here I have tried these and can say they are scrumptious, my whole family really enjoys them every time we make them. 

TEA

And now to the tea, any kind is just fine whether you take black or herbal tea.            

I really love Earl grey or english breakfast, both have a subtle hint of orange and other spices, served with a drop of cream and a bit of sugar its the best afternoon relaxer so that is what I am placing at my table . But I have to say you can have any kind of refreshment especially sense its autumn, why not have mulled cider served with cinnamon sticks and star anise?  that would be a lovely way to celebrate autumn. I know its not tea but its so darn good and one only drinks it in the autumn, so serve both.  

I hope you come along and enjoy an autumn tea on your blog too,  just remember to ask