autumn tide.

this tumblr makes me think of fall.

Les Forêts is the nip of wind, the smell of damp grass, the stars piercing through the black night sky, knit mittens, quiet conversations between comrades and a hot drink.

golden delicious afternoon

yellow apples. october skies. 

"the purpose of coming to apple orchards isn't to pick apples, it's to be"

kisses. sunshine. family.

1. Comets by Cocoon // 2. Perpetuum Mobile by Penguin Cafe Orchestra

// 3. Emerald Isle by Whitehorse // 4. Sweet Ones Cover // 5. La vie en Rose by Edith Piaf

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sometimes I write "To Do" lists.....

9/29/11

1.  eat homemade guacamole when my hubby get's home tonight

2. feed fish (muse about getting a turtle)

3. fold the laundry load of towels

4. edit a video

5. watch Dr. Who

10/20/11

1. watch all the different colored umbrellas go by below

2. eat the lunch/dinner packed by the hands of my loving husband

3. draw with crayons

4. muse about buying a house

5. waste time on tumblr looking at pictures of teenage rooms (caution: it's oddly addicting)

in a gondola

He sings
I send my heart up to thee, all my heart
        In this my singing.
For the stars help me, and the sea bears part;
        The very night is clinging
Closer to Venice' streets to leave one space
        Above me, whence thy face
May light my joyous heart to thee its dwelling-place.
~Robert Browning 

photo-I-Love Tuesday, 5th edition

autumn through my cellphone lens...

 "Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower."

Albert Camus

 "Even if something is left undone, everyone must take time to sit still and watch the leaves turn."

Elizabeth Lawrence

"Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns."

George Eliot 

....the song playing in my head as I drink my tea, as the night falls, as I lay with my head in my husband's lap as he reads to me, as I get ready for bed and another day...

photo - I - love Tuesdays (cheating version)

I feel so decadent right now...lying on the couch in the morning sunshine, eating chocolate from england and dulving into these:

 

I simply could not choose, so I am doing this entire tumblr as my "favorite" today.

+ wind & whale +

I hope you have a glorious day! 

entertaining vs hospitality

“We think in terms of entertaining as a woman's chance to demonstrate her skill and the quality of her home, when actually entertaining has little to do with real hospitality. Entertaining says, "I want to impress you with my beautiful home, my clever decorating, my gourmet cooking." Hospitality, however, seeks to minister. It says, "This home is not mine. It is truly a gift from my Master. I am His servant, and I use it as He desires." Hospitality does not try to impress, but to serve.

Entertaining always puts things before people. "As soon as I get the house finished, the living room decorated, my place settings complete, my housework done - then I will start having people in." Hospitality, however, puts people before things. "We have no furniture; we'll eat on the floor." "The decorating may never get done. Please come just the same."

Because we are afraid to allow people to see us as we really are, we welcome the false ideal of entertaining. To perpetuate the illusion we must pretend we love housework, we never put our hair in rollers, our children are so well disciplined that they always pick up their toys. We must hint broadly that we manage our busy lives without difficulty. Working hard to keep people from recognizing our weak points, we also prevent them from loving us in our weakness.

Entertaining subtly declares, "This is mine -- these rooms, these adornments. These are an expression of my personality. It is an extension of who and what I am. Look, please and admire." Hospitality whispers, "What is mine is yours."

~ Karen Main "Open Heart, Open Home"

p.s. (and on that note.........)

she wore pearls.

One joy this afternoon was opening a box in our (disaster-put-everything-still-not-unpacked-in-it) back room and seeing at the bottom ...this sea-foam box.

A box of my treasures....things bought in a southern tea shop, things found discarded along a road,  things that belonged to my mother, things that belonged to my great grandmother....

Quick notes:

- Heroes & Dr. Who

- a card + chocolate from England

- lit my last peppermint candle

-tortellini

-too much laundry

-red tipped trees out the window

three don'ts

 1.  don't overlook the tidbits of nature thrown into your day.

Sometimes I see his elegant white form out the window.

He takes life slow, never frazzled...the day is his.

2. don't shove off the little joy-things til "someday"

In the middle of a hectic day I plopped myself in the middle of the living room and created some handmade postcards to send loved ones...because when am I ever just going to "have time"?

3. don't stop dating

This is for you married folk.
C & I used to go to the movies all the time and he would make us little candy bags with our names Sharpied on. A month into marriage and we've still kept one night a week sacred as "date night" but last night he spur of the moment surprised me with: