I’ve been sharing oldie but goodie blog posts that were filed under the category: garden. These posts contain a photo history of the flowers and characters that have lived in my garden. While the flowers are responsible for adding color and fragrance the other items add humor as well as a touch of rustic art to my surroundings. Please enjoy this excerpt from my past!
August 17, 2015
There’s nothing like a quiet moment nestled in nature. The aromas, the melodies of the air and the fragrance of the earth are what set my mind at rest and my muscles to relax. I have a small piece of nature in my very own yard. This small piece is home to a variety of flowers, bushes, trees and a few carefully chosen pieces of art. I would like nothing more than to share a piece of my world with you. Here’s a view from my window.
The beauty of nature never grows old; that’s why I have been scrounging around in my archives for blog posts to feature in my rewind series. Each post I’ve selected features photos I’ve taken of the flowering blossoms found near my home. Even though I’ve previously shared theses photos I never grow tired of seeing them; if you are a nature lover I’m sure you would agree. Please enjoy this oldie but goodie!
In June, as many as a dozen species may burst their buds on a single day.
No man can heed all of these anniversaries; no man can ignore all of them.
A Boquet of Tulips
You will find more of these oldie but goodie blog posts under the garden category of my blog.
I feel like it’s been years since we last visited. My summer months were filled with an abundance of activity. Activities which filled my heart with joy and absolutely drained every once of energy I could muster.
I’ve been home from my Little Cabin in the Woods for just over two weeks. Two weeks that were a buzz with activity. All of the items that might fall victim to possible four legged vermin were removed from my summer retreat and transported back home for safe keeping. Once home they all needed to find their haven for winter respite. With those all tucked away it was time for a good old fashioned house cleaning both physically and mentally.
While I find great joy in my travels far from home, it can be exhausting. Recharging my body as well as my mind takes a little more effort each year. Of course that couldn’t have anything to do with my advancing years. Or could it? 🙂
This year I felt so absolutely drained that the thought of writing couldn’t be farther from my mind, let alone even opening the door to my studio. The lack of enthusiasm left my creative self feeling lost, like a ship floating adrift at sea. The concern that I might not find my sense of direction left me even more overwhelmed.
So, how did I recover? With my self-imposed chores accomplished I allowed myself to relax and find joy in the simple everyday tasks of living. I slept. I read. I walked.
These steps toward renewed energy slowly rekindled my love for the world of art. From a little spark came the motivation to re-enter my studio. Opening that door brought back the joy I feel when surrounded by the vibrant colors of my finished pieces as well as the virgin fabrics just waiting for my attention.
This renewed sense of enthusiasm is where I am at today. I’m energized and ready to press on.
P.S. The photos I’m sharing were taken while out on my many walks in northern Wisconsin. I hope you enjoy them.
We weathered our first storm, in my Little Cabin in the Woods.
My companion, Sadie, a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel, is afraid of storms.
She can hear them coming long before I can. I can usually tell when one is approaching because Sadie typically spends her time curled up underneath my kitchen chair. When storms approach she leaves her quiet little place of solitude to be by my side. If I’m within in touching distance she will get as close as she can possibly be. So close that it seems every ounce of air has been sucked away and there is absolutely nothing between us. If you touch her little body you can feel her heart racing. Her breathing quickens and her eyes open very wide. She gazes up as if to say, “Save me from the storm.”
During yesterday’s storm she curled up into a little ball beneath my makeshift sewing space. If I happened to leave the area, so did Sadie. When I returned she did as well. I feel sad for her because of her fear. If only I could reassure her that all would be fine. Unfortunately it’s difficult to relay that to her. Because of her disease (more about that some other time) it’s very difficult to find a place on her body that you can touch that won’t make her feel uncomfortable.
The storm passed as quickly as it approached. In no time Sadie was once again back beneath her favorite safe place. Together we weathered the storm safely tucked inside my Little Cabin in the Woods.