The Season of Autumn truly does hold much beauty and awe…
The leaves as they change from brilliant green to all the shades of the beautiful sunset…
Waking to an early frost as it glistens… the sun touches it and the frost becomes a deadly killer.
The sounds of the geese flying overhead with their graceful bodies against the fall sky …
There is something magnificent about a fall sky…
You know what I mean… the clouds put on a performance that leaves one standing, staring in awe… simple elegance.
Massive waves of swirling color, not grey yet not white, billowing over head so low it seems you’d only have to reach up to touch them…
The night sky as the sun sets… its rays reaching down into the depths of your soul… waves of fire.
Autumn is when I get to start my cook stove again… oh the aroma of burning wood leaves a feeling so comforting. Like being wrapped in an old quilt… I love my cook stove. The memories of days gone by as a child, spending time at my dad’s folks in Northern Canada. There was no electricity or indoor plumbing until my young teen years.
I can still close my eyes and imagine the aromas that rose upstairs as grandma was frying fresh eggs just laid that morning and bacon for breakfast… covered and cozy under her quilts… not really wanting to venture out into the cold… the heat would start to move slowly through the old farm-house upstairs and then I’d jump out of bed and quick get dressed and run downstairs. Everyone else was already up and moving long before I. It was a happy feeling… a cozy, homey feeling that I had there.
Now I have a cook stove of my own and although I only use it in the cold months, I can’t imagine winter without it.
But my heart and my soul belong to the sun and warmth… I live to be in my gardens… to touch the dirt… to breathe deep into my soul the life my gardens gives me.
I am of the same mind as Claude Monet… “I must have flowers, always, and always”…
So today I’ve decided to share, in between my new organization series, an Essay Of My Flowers.
My heart and my soul are happiest in the garden.. my garden of flowers.
Please note that these photographs are owned by me… If you’d like to use them in something, I don’t mind so long as you give me proper credit and direct them here to my site. Thanks…
Happy Day,
Jean
Lovely!
Thanks Caron…
Jean
Beautiful flowers……I wish we could experience autumn here in tropical Singapore! Thanks for sharing with us!
Hi Michelle…
I love summer, but I’m not sure I’d want tropical either! Boy am I hard to please eh?
thanks for stopping by!
best,
Jean
The photos are lovely but oh, I would like to be sitting by your stove right now! It would be beyond lovely. The smell of wood burning goes straight to my spirit. Thank you for your photo essay this morning, too.
Hi Julie!
I love my cook stove, but I’d rather be out in the patio sweating LOL!
thanks for commenting,
Best,
Jean
Beautifully written! I can really appreciate your love for your cook stove! Two years ago at exactly this time we were greatly effected by Storm Alfred. Besides the devastating tree damage, we lost power for 10 1/2 days! Fortunately we have a wood burning stove which I was able to cook many of our meals on. As difficult as that time was for us, using my wood stove that way will always be a fond memory for me!
Thanks Beth… so nice to see you here!
Yes… I always say, if we lost electricity we’d still be able to heat our home and cook meals… and melt snow for water!
Have a great day!
Jean
Beautiful post and pictures, thanks for sharing.
Thanks Barbara…
have a wonderful day,
Best,
Jean