November Days

 We interrupt our regular posting schedule, to whisper about faces snuggled in petals, and secrets held in dew drops…  Sound silly?  Don't tell Alice…

She takes these sort of things ever so seriously.

You see, before she began her maiden voyage to her new home weeks and weeks ago, she asked me to make certain that I…

 

Talk to flower petals.

Yes yes I know, I might come off as a loon, standing, talking to flower petals.  But, as you can imagine, I am way past that.  The loon meter has already rocked off the charts 😉

So, with the abundance of November flowers in my garden…

(I planted all these from seed in spring)

I make sure to, at the very least, thank them aloud.

It has been in the 70's here by day, so the flowers are very happy.  They are stretching their legs from all the heat they had this summer and into autumn, and are quite enjoying the cool. 

Alice did say, to make sure to peer into the center of the flowers, so that they could get a good look at me, when I speak to them.

 So I do.

Then they whisper back…

Don't miss the surprise white pumpkin amongst the aloes, on the other side of the gypsy wagon… 

Of course, I skip around, thrilled.

My garden is a jungle, no one can see my antics :) 

(or so I think)

Thrilled with November flowers, and two surprise pumpkins grown from squishy pumpkin seeds at the end of summer, Matty and I go out to explore our yard more.

These are the kind of days that fill my cup.

Bees and tiny butterflies.

Sap on trees.

Roses in November, with a pinker color than ever. 

I fall smitten with most beautiful cupcake frosting rose I have ever beheld, right at the foot of my front steps…

She reminds me, this rose…

"Get your seeds ready for planting as soon as it gets cooler…" 

Some flower seeds like a cool snap in the dirt, before the spring warmth comes, like poppies.  I plan to seed buckets.

The most important thing I learned is that, I will always keep cosmos and zinnias and marigolds in my garden.  They bloom in spring and in autumn. 

They are so kind, and gift baskets of flowers.

I have filled 6+ vases, with huge marigolds, this autumn alone.

Oh and, morning glory vines too….

Oh, I mustn't forget, my little carnation bush seems to bloom year round.

I also want more trees.  And I realize, I must start planting now.  For, if I get to live here until I am a wee old lady, I will have to plant now, to have tree soldiers, huge and full, in the next few decades…

I make plans.

I am not a true planner.

But, garden plans, I can handle.

I set out on a stroll, to think about this planning garden thing.

I walk down my street, turn left, and then stop at my favorite spot. 

To the left, a home has a well loved tree garden that I marvel at everyday.

To the right, rows and rows of trees with berries. 

I stand there, and notice the gate at the end of the little road is open. 

Of course, I don't venture in.  I just stand there and soak in the trees and the sun, and the mountains.  Then two people come down the road in a car.  I smile and wave, and they glare at me.

And I think, "Hey, wait, did you see your trees?  Did you see the way the sun is peeking through the berries, glowing beauty?"

This is a storybook path.

I hope they see it. 

Those who live down it.

But if they don't, it's okay.

I will make sure to visit the trees, and tell them how pretty they are.

Matty and I go back home and I finish filling my vases.  And I think, I never want to take my own garden and trees and every living thing for granted.  I hope we don't ever do that, I say to myself.

Then Mister Lovee calls me over and says, look, look at this tiny horned toad, sitting by a row of working ants.  The ants carrying dry wood and petals themselves.

Then Mister Lovee looks at my flowers, and gets a sparkle in his eye, and says, "those flowers, my goodness, the colors, they are prettier than any bouquet I could gift you from the store…"

I make him smell my marigold scented hands, a tinge mothbally.

We laugh.

And then I realize, we don't take our parcel of dirt, and roots and trees and petals for granted, at all.

Thank you petals.

 

A happiness overcomes me, as I sit silently, vases full of nature gifts.

As the sun sets, I go inside and think up some new crocheted hats, like this funny one I made.  I cover my face for the photo because I have a make-upless face (a regular look these days).  But then, I have no shame snapping a shot in my pj's 😉

 Then I get cozy, crocheting by night.  And, I glance over at…

My sleeping boy.

What a lovely November day.

Life isn't perfect, and yet, it is. 

Isn't it?

If we take the time to notice what really counts, what really fills our cup…?

With that I will say, see you very very soon.  I hear little paws coming through the studio and into the office, yay!

 

 

ps:

1 random thing.

My sister is so funny, and tongue in cheek.  As different as we are (I a Sag, she an Aries), and as much as we have annoyed each other through the years, I adore her.  She is the one person that will always fall on the floor with me laughing, because the same things make us laugh.   Recently, she called me laughing hysterically about this turban I tried to give her last summer…  This is the funny turban tale…

 

pss:  I used to have a Category list in my right hand side bar, where you could see the different categories of blog posts that I have written.  Yesterday I moved it up to the navigation bar right under my blog banner.  It is called, Categories and Archives. I don't know if anyone even cares :)  But, that's where it is.