november apples

i find myself taking small drives to the apple orchard, the sun pierces through the remaining leaves that make everything the most beautiful golden yellow. many apples still hang from the trees and fallen apples are cradled in a cluster of leaves. i find myself wondering about these apples thinking about how they are still clinging in the november air that will soon be december...

*your comments play over in my mind like sweet notes tucked in my pocket, thank you so very much for all the kind words!
i think i am back now...

grateful

life is testing me at the moment! so i must take a little bit longer but know that i think about you all every time i see or experience something that moves me. i would like to list a few things i am grateful for if that is okay, when life challenges me i like to faced it head on with a happy list. happy thanksgiving everyone.

i am grateful for my husband
my beautiful mother
all my family
the foggy mornings that take my breath away
friendships the real kind
the good food that passes through our kitchen
the books that fill my mind and make my heart skip a beat
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my camera( my companion who sees everything i see)
my beautiful animals all of them no exception( love you Tolstoy it is going to be alright)
my husband (i know) because truthfully if i had nothing else in the world i would still have everything in him
the glow of the fire place
the alapca socks that keep my feet warm(thanks mum)
my fellow bloggers, friends you inspire me so much for all of you are so unique and gracious and truly help me live an authentic life

deep breath

i must find my breath today, i must calm my heart, i must still my mind.( pics--this frosty mornings walk)

thank you dear readers(friends is it okay to call you that) for all your kind words on everything it means so very much to me.
i also want to thank marie claire maison blog for their lovely mention!

pieces of home

i did not realize that i had not showed you a bit of the farm house until i read your comments. i have not done much decorating at all here. i simply placed things down and have not moved them yet! when you live on eighty acres you seem to spend a lot of time outside. i have not even begun to tackle the two rooms upstairs and barely touched the master bedroom. i am looking at these pictures for this post and it is clear there is another side of things i will need to show you, a more quiet natural side full of simple textiles, woods and whites.

*these photographs are taken at various times since the move in. linens and pillows are placed oddly to prevent the dogs on getting the seating dirty, but it does not, they enjoy the seating very much:)

he is here

well he is here, who is he you ask? well as a very talented friend is clearly on her way to giving birth to her second child( so exciting) bisou aran!!!!!. we have brought home another member of the family. a (big) percheron Friesian horse. i have named him tolstoy( although no one seems to care for the name). until a month ago he was a stallion, for you horse lovers you know that can spell trouble! I want to tell you how we came about getting him, his bittersweet story. i want to introduce him properly to you, but i am learning him right now and he is learning me and the others so till there is that moment you know the one that says it will all be okay..well till that moment i am going to wait to share tolstoy's (aka captain crunch) story.

the sun is out today and feels lovely!

* update aran gave birth to a little girl miren lili! so wonderful to bring in life full of hopes and possibilties!! oh i am so happy for the happy parents, grandparents and little jon who is now a brother, there was once three but now there is four!!

things

things

What happened is, we grew lonely
living among the things,
so we gave the clock a face,
the chair a back,
the table four stout legs
which will never suffer fatigue.

We fitted our shoes with tongues
as smooth as our own
and hung tongues inside bells
so we could listen
to their emotional language,

and because we loved graceful profiles
the pitcher received a lip,
the bottle a long, slender neck.

Even what was beyond us
was recast in our image;
we gave the country a heart,
the storm an eye,
the cave a mouth
so we could pass into safety.

Lisel Mueller

big and beautiful

when i first move to the farm or maybe even when i first came to visit the farm i went by the most glorious horses i had ever seen. for weeks after i moved in i would walk pass them hoping that i could speak to the owners and ask all about them. sometimes while driving at four am i would see these giant white beast coming out of the dark forest and just dream of walking along side of them. finally one afternoon while driving i slowed down when i saw a fox among them, yes, just sitting there in the middle of all them, i turned around and tried to get the shot but mr. fox had another idea.. he ran.

well the owners noticed me and came out and just like that they let me walk among them. I can not tell you how incredible it is to walk among horse that a so big and beautiful as these percheron. they welcomed me with nudges and before you knew it i was hanging all over them. my camera was in the car but it was not time. the other day i went for a walk to pick up acorn tops along the side of the road with my camera in tow, the owners who upon viewing my portfolio asked if i could take some photographs of their horses. like a dream i thought! these shots are just casual shots upon my walk the other day but i can not wait to get in there again with my camera and do them justice!!!

a drive

it seems that my head is in the clouds, i drove around the beautiful country side today. it is all beautiful that is the problem i get distracted. i thought about so much even though the audio played in the car, i found myself lost in the past and the future. somethings are just slightly out of reach others are tucked away for safe keeping.

as a child i loved our drives, i am just like my mom that way, her escape was a car ride. i can re collect many of our drives most done in silence, sometimes with don Henley playing on the radio. i remember the barns, farm houses, i remember a collapsed barn was as pretty as one standing. today on my drive i seem to mourn the fallen ones, perhaps afraid that the scenes that played out in my childhood will only be played one day with my eyes closed.

tuesday

the weather continues to be mild yet the sun is tucked away behind cloudy skies. i like it that way. grey skies make for better pictures as all the color seems to jump up at me on such days. it also helps me think..