Today...Now

Sometimes I find myself wandering down that no where road of life called,woulda, shoulda and coulda.

Being contemplative in nature this seems to be my default button....
But I've learned not to dwell there...
                                        

The present holds too much potential, to be marred by an impervious past.
                                      

so run, walk, drift or cruise but go forward.


                                                         via pinterest

                  the prize awaits.

Finding Feathers

Now that two of my daughters have left the nest. One who has permanently flown  (although she does come home to sleep on the occasions when she has two twelve hour shifts back to back)
The other daughter is in university and will be home the occasional  weekend and holidays.
                                      

                               a favorite photo from a few years ago sits on a window ledge

Somehow this has has felt like a double whammy of change. I knew it was  to happen eventually, but it has taken me a little time to adjust.

Through the highs and lows of this phase and settling into a new normal, I have been working on cleaning up the remains that somehow seemed to be an integral element, of their bedroom.
I even wrote about it once out of desperation...here.
                                                   

                                            the bittersweet tidy:)
One day as I was working on organising and revamping their closet, I came across a poster my girls had put up when they were much younger, and why this poster ended up in the closet is a mystery.
Here behind the beautiful wedding dress,(which will eventually get cleaned and boxed for my daughter) and banished sweaters and other rejected clothing, was a groovy girl poster.
                                            

It looked ambiguous and innocent, and I stared at it enchanted.
It took me back to a time of girls and dreams. 
Girls with imaginations and creativity that seemed limitless.
Girls who loved, and lived passionately.
                                                 

Sisters tho' vastly different from one  another; in reality were quite the same.
Two fiercely independent and resilient spirits, both wanting to find a place for their dreams to flourish.
                                                                                 

I recall two brave, "big girls" moving into a bedroom on a different floor, to accommodate a growing family.

I wish for a moment, that these walls would display some of its history, some of the giggles, disputes, and bedtime rituals.
I wish for a moment,  for a do over of the long days, 
  and that children would not grow up  so quickly.                                    

Time does not afford such luxuries, rather paying it forward,
leaving memories behind, like feathers scattered along life's way.

             the welcome home sign holds a special spot, as it was made to welcome hubby and I home once:)




 

For The Love Of Lavender

I planted lavender this year and today seemed like the perfect day to bring some of that aromatic and wistfully, romantic flower inside.

strange, I had admired this lovely,elusive scented herb for years before I finally decided to purchase some...

          my lavender replaced my failing raspberry plants..(.although I did keep a portion of those too:)

Isn't it dreamy? I interspersed the plants with a rock place mat from the dollar store...
              

 shortly after I planted my lavender I came across this pair of chairs by the curb for free.      

                            Isn't serendipity Divine?

playing some more here...in between making applesauce, and doing laundry and more gardening..but this is a lavender post!

 because we all need days that rejuvenate our senses...

days that our spirit is renewed, not by materialism but by simple and earthy elements..natures best, restoring our souls with solitude and garden gifts.

                                         

Getting Ready

The mountain ash outside the window is looking a little thread bare these days.
It clings to it's scarlet berries in a vain attempt to dignity.
                                              

Evening bike rides once a leisurely escape, are now a desperate dash against the ever so prompt close of day.



      Jeans become an essential part of the ward robe again.
                                        

                                          
            Salsa is canned from rampant, brimming gardens.
                            

      Intriguing books make their way home from libraries.                        

I reluctantly close the window by my kitchen sink. I keep it open all summer unless there is a heavy down pour. I leave it open a little...I must hear the sounds from nature and the traffic on the road. It's strange but it soothes me.
                                  

Are you like me does the departure of summer make you feel  a little spent? all the while its strides away, oblivious to any stir of emotion it may have caused...

Happy weekend to you.  Our plans to attend the fall fair today look like they need improvisation....let's see....

                                 to be continued...