study of light 10:04

Study of light 7:42 am

life begins to bud

It is a special time in the garden, i
wrote about this before but things
are budding.
tiny green stems emerge braking thru the earth, fighting obstacle
like old leaves and debris. I notice so many
things...but my favourite find was noticing
that the bark of the walnut trees are covered
with lime coloured moss and this makes me happy.

Mesmerizing Starlings - Rome

wow-beautiful

i heard this lovely phrase today
in a french song........

"i will offer you pearls of rain"

Blooming

Yesterday I took a trip to the Boston Flower Show
I must say that many people were dissapointed..
I on the other hand loved it. It was simple and beautiful

a bird and her shoes

When my weight begins
to rise , I find myself putting on my
favourite shoes..silly maybe, but this
has always been true.

I am not sure why my weight has risen so rapidly
okay maybe I do, for about four months I thought
there was hope of a little one, although the circumstances
would have been difficult.....the possibility of it made me
happy, even for a while I got lost in it, my version of a novels
happy ending...but it was not meant to be.
Now it is time to get back to size.... I like working at it, I like that
when i put the right foods in my body, my skin and hair and the shape
of my body begins to feel more feminine to me....
it's time once again to be true to myself and my secret wants, even if some
of them are a little vain.

lumiere

rain & love

I am lucky to have all the windows over look
the garden..when rain falls things seem extra
special to me. I played with sophie all morning
she is beautiful and ever so loving. It is amazing
how perfectt she is, she is truly the combination of Jacob
and Porter...when I am with her it is like they are still here
with me..........I am lucky to be staying in on
this rainy day with sophie

le soleil et l'apres midi

building a home

you caught me in my red shoes as you stood there in your red hat...there was the red of your shirt in the woods and the red of my cape by the river..the red mugs from our afternoon tea and the basket of rubies you gave me to hide.......i saw your lips they were red..your heart thru all those layers- red.....red came to my cheeks quickly........
but i saw the stop sign and it too was red, and that street light is red.....and they are telling us to stop and that is what we do- we stop and wait for it to change, but it never does change, never a green light..just red
did you see the red stop light

morning light

to see oneself in someone else

light in the late afternoon

the sun is shinning and its 5:59 pm
who needs an extra hour of sleep when you
can have sunshine in the late afternoon

the tree

I often write about the farm
it is a beautiful parcel of land
connected to a farm....it's true
name is Roads Farm. the hills,
pond and trees are truly a new
england post card.

on this piece of land the most
breath taking tree welcomes you as
begin to walk the path. The tree is
silver, yes silver and white...

on the farm

I came across this beautiful specimen

study of light 8:10 am

I have been sitting on my porch for the
last hour or so. In a daze watching Sophie
I think she like's chasing birds and that has
me a little nervous. Well I sat and watched
a cardinal as red as can be he was perched
directly in front of me......how lucky am i

heavy rain

a bit of spring for monsieur

I want to tell you, that upon returning from a city walk
were the sky has suddenly turned grey after many days of lovely sun and warmth.
i found your letter and as quickly as I lost the sun, you and your letter brought the sun back to me.

It is very difficult to picture what too much snow would feel like
and if I would ever tire from it, but perhaps it is the sun disappearing
that would finally break my spirit. I thought of sending you images of
children playing in the snow or the perfect snow draped trees, perhaps even one of
sophie and I enjoying an evening of snow...but I soon realized that when you are buried in
it you wish for anything but.

Cher Monsieur, I must say once again how glad I am for your letter and in response to
(p.s.) of course, bien sur.

some photos of anything but snow, enjoy.

saying bye to the cherry blossom branch

when winter merges with spring

aurevoir les memoires

bonjour in the moment

I just came back from the loveliest walk
my spirit blooms at the farm. I am happy
that I have not forgotten such a place.

i came back home to find the light
hitting my living room, so warm in
color.

thursday in the yard

sunshine

a little bit of color today

cheese shop

revisited

I like this photograph, but what I
like more is the memory of this
moment, the stillness of it all

red

today he asked why i liked
the color red. I don't think I like it
in that way....red is very strong it
can be full of anger, passion and pain.

it is funny I don't like questions like that
the ones that people ask to try to stir something
in you....I don't need stirring.

ps.questions like these don't stir me

happy things

things making me happy

my daily walks on the farm with Sophie
my morning ritual house cleaning
my perfect home made mocha
the smell of cloves and cinnamon
my daily visits to my favorite blogs
mum's emails
wholefoods hibiscus sorbet, Yum!
yesterday's conversation with (a)
that my flu is almost gone
and that the cherry blossom branches I brought
home from the flower show over a week ago or still blooming!

what really moves me

tolstoy's words
when I catch myself holding my breath
when I think of them
selfless humans
iron fences and tall trees
a perfect whisper
the sound of the violin

ma maison

Study of light 4:07 pm

Vivre sa vie

oui

The changes in our life must come from the impossibility to live otherwise than according to the demands of our conscience not from our mental resolution to try a new form of life.

This morning I sat outside on my
porch and watched the largest snowflakes
fall.......and now the sun glistened in the yard
I have been at home for three long days(fever/flu)
Oh how I would give anything for a long
walk.