hark!

 ♪if i am lost it's only for a little while♪

band of horses-monsters

Hello!

I'm still here.

We've just been hibernating.

Whew! You know how when you don't do something for a while it becomes this thing, and you just don't know how to jump back in or something keeps getting in the way..this is that post. haha

 I totally didn't mean to go so long without an update, work and a polar vortex thwarted my plans. Seriously, I wish I didn't know what that meant. Winter's are always rough for me but it has been the coldest of my life, I swear! The holidaze went by in a flash and I'm still catching up.

We're all ecstatic for the warmer weather!

ladybug

 giant little animals to feed

acorn nose

 cotton candy

I hope your 2014 is going great!

hark!

Rose Windows

♪adorn by miles and years

like paths carved in faces by tears

the sun in rear windows

and 60 while the wind blows♪

I was listening to one of my favorite local independent radio station programs, The Space Parlour, and heard this band doing a live in studio set.  Heavenly Days was the first song, instant love. Folk, indie, psychedelic. Eclectic ensemble of musicians and influence.

The Space Parlour presents an eccentric combination of art rock, psychedelia, folk, new wave and other inventive alternative sounds, with an additional focus on B-sides, rarities and live recordings. It's parlour music, space music and everything in between.

This perfectness, Rabia, has that low haunted voice. 

♪he sang this song to young olive eyes
and took her hand across the burning sands
from desert plains they moved, so young so wild and alive
they were raised to believe the sea would dry before they died♪

a stunning Botticelli angel.

I had a creepy movie fest for Friday the 13th, and today Picnic at Hanging Rock needs to be watched. It always makes me feel funny.

It's in the 60's and sunny, time for the hammock and that Jane Austen book I've been meaning to read. Last night it was actually cold sleeping with the windows open and I snuggled up in a blankie burrito. Hooray for fall!

hark!

♪Fit it all, fit it in the doldrums

Or so the story goes

Color the era

Film it as historical♪
lump sum

It's a Bon Iver, earl grey tea kind of weekend.

My couch/cuddling areas have been looking particularly cozy.

                                                                                                                                                                                   

pattern play

Fave floral ever- this perfect vintage fabric caught my eye a few years ago "unusual daphne" Nothing could go more perfect with the couch's unique shade of green.

chartreuse crushed velvet

I can't resist that tail and those little mitts.

Hope you had a great weekend!



hark!

 ♪When we were young, Oh Oh we did enough

When it got cold Oo Oo we bundled up
I can't be told Ah Ah it can't be done♪

stubborn love

There's a certain kind of music I love this time of year..wintry?  Like what I would listen to if I was holed up in a rustic log cabin, bundled up in flannel and wool, fire blazing.
The Lumineers radio is doing it for me right now..Iron and Wine, Mumford and Sons, Death Cab.
Cozy music.

We stayed in a mountain top cabin in the deep Tennessee woods a few years ago with friends. Playing hide and seek(still love it!) visiting flea markets and diners. If you ever want to test your trust in a friend let them drive you down a narrow winding strip of a road in the mountains in winter. At night.

Yeah.

The huge deck overlooked the smokey mountains, breathtaking.
 One of my favorite memories is being out there with Luke, the snow and wind swirling around us. Trees for miles.

A great thing about living in a historic district are the massive old trees, snow covered boughs are one of my favorites.

It's turned into a winter wonderland around here.

red cedar

Tree of Life

I have a soft spot for pine trees, we had a giant one at my house growing up that I loved. The perfect kind of climbing tree, even spaced rungs that I could reach from the ground going all the way up to the sky.
I want to take a drive out there and see if the land looks anything like I remember. They tore down the old farmhouse but those big trees might still stand.
They're resilient.

( Fruit trees and wild mulberries grew on the forest floodplain and crawfish(crawdads) and cattail reeds in the marsh meadow )

Isn't it amazing how you can vividly remember details like sitting in the crook of a giant cigar tree(catalpa speciosa) and the smell of a baby bird..or the perfect blue of that first tiny fallen robin's egg you find. I love that. The human mind is a fascinating thing.

black walnut

There really is something about that fluffy falling snow..everything is illuminated.
The skyline looks like an old daguerreotype. Hazy and grey. It seems so eerie, all you can hear is the sound of the snow.
And Copper. haha

I'm trying to keep my mind off of the horrible cold/flu I've acquired.
The best laid plans..
I swear it never fails that I fall ill on some major holiday.
 Being sick is the worst.
I'll be here on the couch continuing The Twilight Zone marathon.


Happy New Year!

update:

The land where I grew up still looks the same, nature has reclaimed even more. Everyone had to move when the waters rose. I took a virtual tour (can't believe that's a thing.)

(I miss the elegant snowy egrets that would glide gracefully over the shallow waters)

still here

hark!

did you ever grow anything in the garden of your mind?

"One of the greatest gifts you can give anybody is the gift of your honest self."

“Love isn't a state of perfect caring. It is an active noun like struggle. To love someone is to strive to accept that person exactly the way he or she is, right here and now.” 

“If you could only sense how important you are to the lives of those you meet; how important you can be to the people you may never even dream of. There is something of yourself that you leave at every meeting with another person.” 

“Often when you think you're at the end of something, you're at the beginning of something else.” 

“Feeling good about ourselves is essential in our being able to love others.”   

- a few fave Fred Rogers quotes

Fred Mcfeely Rogers, one of my favorite humanitarians.We had all of five channels growing up and beside old movies I was watching Mister Rogers Neighborhood. It first aired in 1968 and continued into the new millennium. I loved his little daily adventures, how cool is it to learn a bit about everything? He wanted to teach children to love themselves and others . He was quirky, kind, curious, unique..

Also,his outfits were pretty fresh. PBS is still one of my favorite channels..antiques roadshows, masterpiece classics! haha He saved public television.

Happy Saturday!

hark!

♪ Each shade of blue

Is kept in her eyes♪

I always love certain songs on days like this, sunny and beautiful! It's still early and almost 90, suddenly summer. I woke up extra early and hit up a few estate sales in the area..did I tell you that they're my new favorite thing?! Music,sunnies,windows down..sometimes it's nice to take a little adventure by myself. 

summertime staple

some of my lovely finds..that little netted velvet heart veil is so sweet

not a morning person but i did wear my favorite vintage cotton dress and woven flats

Stayed up late watching breathless..

Have a lovely weekend!

hark!

♪ I am a moth
Who just wants to share your light
I'm just an insect
Trying to get out of the night ♪

microcosmos

I've been listening to a lot of radiohead lately..and other angtsy 90's music. We've had ourselves a little staycation with the most amazing weather ever, 70 and sunny! Perfect for spending a lot of time outside bike riding, picnicking, and playing in the garden. It's been good for my soul.