The here and now...

 Autumn has come to me in a different way this year...

 

Leaves change their colors as usual, and you expect them to die as usual,

but some how the trees and their branches are never bare against the wind and the cold. 

Light is their guardian angel...

 

 

And it looks that everything will bursts with its last beauty...

 

 

But somehow, beauty always remains...

 

 

That's just how it is around here... 

 

 

 

This is looking in from the outside...

How very lovely... 

 

 

 When I now sit in my front porch, this is what I get to see...

 

 

I love what I see, and feel...

I love each tree, each leave, each moment spent in contemplation of them...

in reverence to Nature and its Creator. 

 

 

The Gypsy Caravan tucked safely among the trees...

 

I remember many years ago being called "a leave in the wind" by someone I truly love.

I was deeply hurt, because I knew the implication of what he meant by that. 

But ever since I had often wondered if perhaps, he was right about that
After all... I am a gypsy at heart.
 

 

I love all the old statues forgotten by time and by whoever left them behind one day;

forgotten as they were...

so that now I can have them...

 

 

I love the wooded area left by God behind our "for now" home

so that one day I could call it "mine" for a while 

and reclaim it, for a while, as

my own enchanted forest

even if it isn't so... 

 

 

I love that the house gets covered in fallen leaves...

It is like a summer shower, really. 

Only it's leaves  

 

There's a "hole" of possibilities on the tip of the trees over there... 
Do you see it?

 

In the canopy of the trees there's my own Rabbit Hole to the Alice in me... 

only instead of some subterraneous rabbit hole,

it is way up there, passed the highest trees, up among the clouds...

 

 

I love this little spot here with all the trees..

this morning, I saw a black and white cat walking by this very spot...

looking at me with those cat's eyes...

I run outside to greet him, but he was gone by the time I got there.

I'm hoping I'd get to see him again soon.

 

 

Looking out from inside... the prettiest room in the house

A little sunroom out looking the wooded area on the back

 

My sweet little doves here, on the fountain, went through a kind of a miracle—I suppose.  You see, they were not meant to be here.  I remember placing them among all the 'discarded' things; in one of the many 'give away' boxes back at the house in the roses; where I thought I'd left them... I never noticed it then, but my love—the funny man called Peter pan, had secretly saved them for me, and had hided them in our truck, where they travel safely with us all the way here without me knowing it...  I was only made aware of this this morning... and how very nice and sweet of him to do this for me.  And how wonderful and such joyful thing this was... to be reunited again with my little 'lost' friends... the ones I thought I'd never see again!  Thank YOU love!

 

I spent hours sitting in this chair this afternoon;

wrapped in a cozy blanket that matched the color of the chair.

How wonderful to be able to sit outside in November, and still have some roses to look at...

Looking at the world passed by had never felt better, or lovelier...

 

What should I name this house—so unlike the house in the roses, yet.... such beauty protected in the sweet dimness and gentleness of ancient trees; resting, as it is, under their gracious quietness and mellowness...

 "THE HERE AND NOW", that's the name that kept coming up my thoughts this morning as I jogged along the lovely big houses with lovely backyards... jogging under a fascinating shower of autumnal leaves; a melody of deep yellows and profound reds all swirling around and about me, gently showering my body with fascinating joyfulness, and love and hope.

I love this place. And if someone would had told me on this same day last year that this is where we were going to be today I would have laughed right on his face... how strange and unpredictable life is... I feel blessed.

Things will never be the same any more. But all things will be new; a new beginning, a new road ahead of us, just as I imagine it to be in my mind of dreams, a flagstone path that leads through a garden planted with anticipation, faith, hopefulness, aspirations and dreams...

 "THE HERE AND NOW"... what a perfect name for my new home and the life given to me here. It is so rich in meanings... uncertainties, doubts, fears, but also beaming with possibilities and hope, and anticipation and dreams.

Thank YOU for following me here... my friends from THE HOUSE IN THE ROSES--soul sisters and confidantes who helped turn my backyards into magical forests.