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Although I commented on facebook about this lovely post, I couldn't find a way to write anything directly here. Working on my laptop today instead of my Ipad I seem to be having better luck. Hopefully this will be posted this time, as it is a beautiful blog about an amazing treasure trove inside your old cupboard. Only wish my cupboards held such stuff!
Turn it Out!
The time had come to turn out the old mahogany linen press that sits in the conservatory; it’s a magnificently capacious item that came from my mother in law, and such is its size that it probably came to her via one of the grand houses which she or her own mother inhabited at some time in the...
What an amazing afternoon's haul! You have a great instinct for unearthing treasures! The Tunnicliffe illustrations are so beautiful.
Saved from the Jaws of Destruction!
Every so often I feel the need to 'run away' from the humdrum domestic environment for an hour or two; in my case it is almost always to the little town of Hungerford in West Berkshire, which is about a twenty minute drive from Autumn Cottage. When I arrive, my well trodden pathways usually in...
Wonderful pictures, and a hymn of praise as you say. Trusting that your prayers for your friend will bring strength and comfort to you both.
Cathedral of the Trees
An online friend - a committed Christian - is undergoing some tough surgery today. Events like this always make me pause to think and be grateful for the fact that - for today - I am not facing any challenges; on the contrary, I am deeply fortunate. Today my life is full of abundance in so man...
I am enjoying your mindful moments too Roz, although I don't always seem to be able to leave comments on this actual site. Today - success I think....
Hunter
Intensely, snoringly asleep Body still - but paws quivering, whiskers twitching, ears flicking. What is being stalked - or taking flight in Dreamland?
This so captures that unexpected waft of fragrance characteristic of several winter flowering plants. They seem to know just what we need in the depths of winter.
Perfume
Borne on naked branches, Winter Honeysuckle. An unexpected, balmy scent-cloud; I am embraced by fragrance at the kitchen door. Winter gifts these small pleasures to us - Droplets of delight to lift my dank, grey days.
I'll say it here too! Lovely post, Roz. And we all need lights at this time of year, I haven't taken down my white fairy lights around the conservatory, and I have solar powered lights in my summer house.
Lamplight
Packing Christmas away but not the memory - or the lamplight Which welcomes the visitor to my door...
Looking forward to regular "catch-ups"! In the meantime stay cosy and dry, and best wishes for a Happy New Year from Cilla
Though the Weather Outside is Frightful...
Inside, it's quite delightful! A 'road-river' runs past the gate on this first morning of 2014, which greets us, like the past few weeks, mild but stormy and wet. But indoors, Autumn Cottage is cosy and (reasonably) warm, ready to welcome you in again to share a little bit of rural life here...
I love the poem, and the photos, especially the ferns growing out of the old stones. Life continuing....
Postcard from Paradise - In the Land of my Fathers
The stark black arches of Talley Abbey, Carmarthenshire, South West Wales. Imagine. An ancient abbey, Premonstratensian. Once a thriving House of God. Crumbling now, but still Black arched, a sentinel. Beside which - the chalk washed church which grew as the abbey fell. Stones from o...
A very enjoyable tour in words and pics of a wonderful garden. Thanks Roz, almost felt I was wandering along with you!
Sunday in the Garden - with cake!
An irresistable invitation to 'come inside' the garden at Stockcross House The National Gardens Scheme has been running for some 85 years in the UK. It was originally set up to raise money to support the Queen's Nursing Institute, but today raises large amounts of money, by the opening of bot...
Wonderful descriptions Roz, and great photos of a real, growing garden showing promises of spring.
At last the Day Comes…
The first shafts of springtime sunlight, sharp and clear …when, after all the dark mornings, the snow, the wind and the rain - the endless rain - you go out to feed the birds, turn your face to the long-unseen sun and an unfamiliar warmth touches your cheek. You stand there for a moment, eyes...
Lovely walk around your garden! Makes me want to get outside into mine, just to look....
'Twas Christmas Week in the Garden...
...and for all the squelching around on grass and ground, sodden and unable to absorb any more of the endless (it seems) rain that we have been having throughout the year, still the temperatures are above average (in double figures for the last three weeks or so), greenery abounds and many pl...
A wonderful wander around the streets and alleyways. So many sights beautifully observed and captured in words and photos. What an inspiration! Thank you!
Footfall around Farnham
Posts from Autumn Cottage have been mostly from Autumn Cottage Garden in recent months. Well, even I can't pretend that the last rose of summer lives forever (though I was somewhat astonished to see a rose bush still covered in blooms in the front garden yesterday afternoon). The garden is closi...
I can feel the anticipation...
Waiting
In late winter sunlight Snowdrops wait for daffodils The table awaits a glass and a bottle of wine. Beneath the table, the fallen autumn leaves rustle and stir...
Glad to hear you are doing Kaspa's course - I am going to sign up for Writing as Spiritual Practice at Writing Your Way Home. So I will be watching your space with interest.
Ladybird
In the morning breeze A dead leaf spins Curled and brittle. Wrapped inside - A ladybird sleeps. (The ladybird was discovered when I was cutting back the dead growth in the herb garden today, and carefully placed elsewhere. 'Mindful Moments' this week will be poems written as part of the Easte...
Oh SO true, stuff - brazenly disorderly! Brilliant Roz.
Stuff
Persistently, They congregate in the kitchen Collections of little items Brazen in the face of my tidying mind. Disorderly. None with a category Nowhere for them to be ‘filed’ They exist in limbo So I dump them in a drawer marked ‘Stuff’ At last. Named and shamed – and hidden. Order is restore...
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Oh this is good news, Roz. I was just suffering from withdrawal symptoms as I switched on my computer. No River of small stones... But of course there are always opportunities to pick up "stones" during the day. I have had several "paying attention" moments this morning, it has become a habit! A good one I feel.
Lovely that you will continue to share yours here. I am considering how to maintain my practise too...
A New Home for my Mindful Moments
At my sunlit desk, In the radiance of the Cuzco Madonna and Child Bestowing their gentle blessing, Smiling out from their silver frame, I conjure a new on-line presence, A home for One Mindful Moment, each day, to add to the River. Throughout January 2012, I participated in the enriching...
This made me smile Roz. I visited our compost bin today to deposit a rotting squash. Under the lid was a mass of heaving, wiggling worms - all working away even in the cold...
River of Stones '12/#29
Small Stone #29 On the compost heap Last week’s cherry tomatoes, still intact Untouched by little vole and mousey teeth Co-habitants with the wood-lice, The still-wriggling, brandling worms, The deep-in-cobwebbed spiders, All seeing out the winter In their cosy, lidded wooden bunker.
"Messages to loved ones of the future" - what a lovely line, and a wonderful thing to be sending...
River of Stones '12/#24
Small Stone #24 The task for today: Filtering the contents of the boxes for special items, mementos, heirlooms. Wrapping them again, together with their stories in little written notes, my messages to loved ones of the future. Couched in stories of the present, interleaved with those of the a...
So amazing how plant life flourishes, even in winter, and is just ready to go/grow! Sometimes wish I had the same energy...!
River of Stones '12/#22
Small Stone #22 In January The produce of the vine does not come wrapped In sweet, juicy, purple, popping capsules, But as gnarled branches, Dug out from the gutter in which they have rooted Held aloft by valiant Alec’s bleeding fingers, and to my tentative enquiry for ’anything plantable??’ He ...
I love this image, cold sausages singing Siren songs! However did you resist? :)
River of Stones '12/#18
Small Stone #18 Cold sausages in the fridge – how they sing to me a Siren song; the remains of last night’s home-made treacle tart call out my name! I nobly resist as I empty the Tesco shopping bags, falling at the last hurdle of Chocolate Limes and Cornish Fudge (but only one of each, you und...
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