Wednesday, September 30, 2015

In Fall's Midmorning Light

The older I get, the more the four seasons fly by in a flash
to such an extent that, during a recent, short trip on a
 swing, summer's silky, green leaves morphed into 
burning corals of  bling!
But the skies are still blue,
and the sun is still bright,
and the pretties still bloom
in fall's midmorning light.
I trust, soon enough, cool gusts will whisper
  to me autumn's secret recipe, particularly, how
it stirs that crisp, morning air with such flair
to create a mood that doesn't compare with
any other season - not even spring's.
Until then,
the skies are still blue,
and the sun is still bright,
and the pretties still bloom
in fall's midmorning light.

Wishing you all a very
Happy Wednesday,
and a wonderful week!
Sharing at:

Monday, September 14, 2015

In Season


A woman of autumn, I am, 
in this third stage of my being,
lightly seasoned with sage,
 clearly no longer green.

'Mountains in November', Julia Lesnichy. A landscape
 of  Dewena's beloved and beautiful, Blue Ridge Mountains.

But I know a wise, wintry soul
 from the south, who gently calms
stormy hearts from afar, in a manner
sweetly reminiscent of spring, 
for the blooming smiles and
  warmth that she brings.

'Carolina Wren in Autumn', Janet Zeh

Our minimalist, mutual friend, 
whose yearning and yen for 
wabi sabi and zen, fittingly 
nests in the home of a wren, 
and whatever the season,
meets and greets the world 
 from her window.

This post is dedicated to two sweet hearts,
my friends, Dewena and Tammy
Wishing them both a speedy recovery!

Thanks for visiting 
and have a lovely week!


Sharing at:

Tuesday, September 8, 2015

If I Were a Storybook Character

Hurst Bakery, Aurora, Ontario
 When I walk into a shop that makes me feel
as if I'm stepping straight into a storybook, well,
 let's just say I become somewhat animated, myself!
A beautiful neighbourhood in Aurora, Ontario
In storybook land, all the roads are paved with
 pastel pretties, to detain us from our intended 
destination, thus creating some scented suspense!

When we finally do get there, we don't want 
to leave, for the messy array of trinkets on 
the vintage stove stops us in your tracks!

Not to mention the irresistible display of decadence
 that suddenly has me walking on air - a sweet love affair
 that started with a luscious lemon square and presently 
knows no end to all things coconut and creamy!

And so, I turn the pages fast, quickly flipping to
the last, as I leave behind the land of sweet treats
and nostalgic eye candy.  Yet, something tells me
that the chapter on this most charming town will
continue in this storybook that I cannot put down,
until I've wandered through its entirety completely.

Sunday, August 30, 2015

Wine Design

Willow Springs Winery, Stouffville, Ontario, Canada

Am I the only woman on the planet who visits
wineries for their naturally distressed barrels,
instead of indulging in what's hiding inside them?

The Patio, Gallucci Winery, Stouffville, Ontario, Canada

Do I strike you as completely crazy for trying to capture
 the bucolic essence of these vine lined estates, when I
 should be sipping on a glass of smoky Sauvignon Blanc? 

My mom observes our lovely tour guide, Gwen. Willow Springs Winery, Stouffville, Ontario, Canada

And, why is it that while others excitedly await to tickle 
their taste buds, I am obsessed with the sense of sight
might that beam of sunlight be too bright for my pics?

Frilly, white flowers beautifully fill the windows at Willow Springs Winery.

I've even been criticized for getting drunk on the
sheer elegance of flowers, when I should be 
smelling the roses infusing a glass of Pinot Noir!

Gallucci Winery

But, for some strange reason, I'm suddenly
craving something slightly more bubbly!

 Won't you join me?

Gallucci Winery, Stouffville, Ontario, Canada

Friday, August 21, 2015

Summarizing Summer

'Paris' Peach', Paris Wyatt Llanso

Bowls of juicy sweetness
arranged to be devoured,
easily steal the show from
  bouquets of fragrant flowers.

'Lighthouse Waiting', Barbara Applegate

Red and white houses of light,
 symbols of safety for passing
ships in the night, during the day,
 keep an eye on the wild and wavy.

by Mila Marquis

Reading, dreaming, sleeping outdoors,
under the luxury of a thick, leafy tree,
 bookworm buddies keeping you great company,
 before parting ways, to lose yourself in yet
  another captivating, fascinating story.

'Green Flip Flops', Jen Norton

slide into your favourite flip flops, 
 spray your painted toes with the hose,
  shake the sand from your beach towel,
then cool down with iced joes, for
 fall, too, is on foot, drawing nearer and
nearer, to these still hot, hazy days. 
Won't you miss being lazy and crazy
 when summer softly tip toes away?

Thanks for visiting,
and happy weekend!


Sharing at:
The Beautifully Creative Inspired
 Home & Garden Thursday
Make it Pretty Monday
What's It Wednesday
Home Sweet Home
Five Star Frugal
Inspire Me Monday
Simple & Sweet Fridays
Wow Us Wednesdays
Roses of Inspiration
Tweak It Tuesday
Tuesdays at Our Home 
The Art of Home-Making Mondays
Sundays Down Under
Saturday Sparks

Monday, August 10, 2015

Been Walking

Hello Friends,

I've missed you so! 
It's been a while, I know,
(since that pretty Peony Festival), 
but please believe me when I say,
I've been meaning to touch base, to
 pop into cyberspace if only to say,
'Hey there, how are you?'. And stuff. 
But, as you can see, 
I've been quite busy...

Sometimes, I'm in great company, chatting the miles away with Liberty. Other times, it's just me and my new Canuck cronies, who tend to get off track, since they adore exploring the shore, (after all, they've got time galore), whereas I, lately, have not even a minute to spare. 'Beware!', they blast, 'lose the shoes, let your bare feet feel the grass, see the views'.

Have also been setting up Libby's new place, just around the corner from this dreamy, neck of the woods, where fairy tale houses with red, cherry doors, are gateways to sweet,  storybook neighbourhoods.

And when I finally do take a seat, it's to gather my strength, while soaking my poor, achy feet, for I know that there are many pending deadlines to meet, some of which never make my acquaintance.

So, when put to the test, all we can do is our best, one day at a time, (leave the seventh to rest), to wander and wonder amidst days of bird song and thunder, along routes of flowers and fences that speak to the senses, signalling, 'Stop! Smell the roses, before the day closes, breathe in that fresh, morning air. Feel the sun on your back. Hear the beat of your heart. Touch someone's soul. Say a prayer.'

Thanks for visiting, everyone.
Hope to 'run into you', soon.

Thursday, June 18, 2015

Finally, Peonies!

I've been dreaming of peonies - for more than 30 years,
 since they don't do well in the Med's frontiers, where
  heady jasmine and honeysuckle bloom profusely.

'Sunny side up' Krinkled Whites, looking deliciously sweet.

Their fluffy, silky petals, and squiggly, sunny centres

Blaze Peony

shine brilliantly, even on dark,
 North American rainy days.

Pink Firelight Peonies

And that fragrance...Few scents are as sweet
and refreshingly uplifting, wouldn't you agree?

Over 300 varieties of peonies were on display at the
 11th Annual Peony Festival, in Oshawa Ontario.

Thus, when the city of Oshawa hosts its annual
Peony Festival, people come from far and wide,

travel over land and sea, (like yours truly, 
appropriately clutching a pink cardie, in
 honour of my beloved, bold, pink peony, the
 magnetic and magnificent, Myrtle Gentry!).

Others, living in the near vicinity,
waddle and waltz right in, and being
 very neighbourly, make themselves at home.

For, there is a lot to see, like the many
rows of lovelies in the peony pageantry!

Other pretties will stay forever young,
painted in portraits very complimentary,

while buckets of beauties, soaking their stems,
will be picked for their signature scent, in the end.

Each festival peony was a pure delight for me,
whose perfume still lingers in my memory,

but only one, in particular remains close to my heart,
which was neither a contestant, nor a model for art,

for it arrived in the mail,
 gracing the front of a card,
whose words of friendship and love,
 I hold in the very highest regard.

Thank you, Dewena. And yes, these giant, but
delicate lovelies are, indeed, Festiva Maxima;
 you know your peonies well!

From my brother-in-law's garden, Festiva Maxima peonies perfume the late spring breeze.

Happy weekend, my friends,
 and thanks for visiting!