SINGING IN THE RAIN

It has been raining all day. Big, soft, sumptuous drops. We need the rain, so it is welcome. And, honestly, I love to walk in the rain. I love the muffled pattering sounds the rain makes on the thick floor of fallen leaves, I love the sweet fecund smells of the wet woodlands, and I love viewing the world through a misty lens.  It is all quite heady.

WHO KILLED JOIE DE VIVRE?

"Knowing who you are and dressing the part-with an air of amused recklessness-is life affirming for you and life enhancing for other people. When the eccentrically glamorous you walks down the street, whether you are a wiry greyhound or a loveable lumbering labradoodle, you will feel gorgeously empowered and you will fill your neighborhood and workplace with positive vibrations. Think of it as a civic duty of sorts."-Simon Doonan

THE WITCHES' SPELL

"Hoity-toity! Hop-o'-my thumb!
Tweedledee and Tweedledum!
All hobgoblins come to me,
Over the mountains, over the sea:
Come in a hurry, come in a crowd,
Flying, chatting, shrieking loud;
I and my broomstick fidget and call---
Come, hobgoblins, we want you all!!
I have a pot of mischievous brew..."
Ruth Bedford

I love everything about Fall: warm fuzzy sweaters, crisp, sweet fallen leaves, carved pumpkins, fantastical Halloween outfits, and tart apple pies. I adore the rich autumn colors: bittersweet, warm forest green, and deep burgundy. I spent a glorious day yesterday putting away all my summer decor, and turning my home into an autumn wonderland. Garlands of glittered leaves, pumpkins of all sizes,  gourds and lovely indian corn. And...WITCHES everywhere! A universal creature of which fairy tales are written, and spells are spun, the witches might be my favorite part of fall. I feel a special kinship with these magical wise women and have been collecting them for years. I have wooden, resin, clay, cloth and paper mache witches. They gather in the nooks and crannies of my home, where I allow them to work their magic. You can almost hear them cackle in warm spirited salutation, "Come at my summons-come to me".

GOOD-BYE SWEET SUMMER

For the past five days I have done very little but soak up the sun and float in the water along with my husband and son (and Hunter, of course!) as we celebrated the end of summer at our cabin on the lake.
I feel energized and renewed and ready to get back to work.