Tuesday, November 22

melodies

the wind howls outside my window. just this morning as i was doing my chores i could not help but feel my soul smile. i am made for crisp sun filled mornings much in the same way i am for the rain and fog in the afternoon.  i have spent much time getting the hill ready for winter and even garden prepping for spring. the hay has been stacked as has the wood.  lately there is a happy whisper almost like a hum that fills my soul, perhaps it is my time to grow, now that everything is beginning to slow down.

i type this as the fire warms my chaise, a simple meal of brussel sprouts and asparagus is in the oven and tea is already on the table. i am grateful for  many things.  when i wake up as of late, the things i am thankful for escape my lips as i look through the window staring out and the vast landscape that is now my home. sometimes i am frightened to think or write about happiness as if something might come and take it away , that is why i keep insisting on being in the moment and when i am things are both fragile and heavy, lovely and sad but mostly lovely. like the orchard above yellow and red apples hang like jewels in a golden sky, i stop and take the photographs knowing how lovely it is standing in between the rows but there is sadness there too for every tree in that orchard is covered with fruit yet not one has been picked. a no trespassing sign from a rich owner who would rather see the fruit wither and die than it be picked and eaten. then further down the road i stop to take pictures of beautiful wooden structures that to, long time ago have been let go to ruin.  so you see in moments of  loveliness there is both happy and sad melodies.

14 comments:

JEMAS said...

perfectly said, so lovely, the photos fill me with the same sentiments.

Paula said...

i thank you for sharing truth and beauty, i appreciate what you share.

Razmataz said...

In his selfishness and wastefulness of letting his apples remain on the trees, at least he is providing for the animals and birds. Although I imagine that is not his intention.

Love your blog and photos.

Sanda Vuckovic Pagaimo said...

You are almost making me take the plain and come for a visit!!I love your photos and every one of them transmit a way you felt when you took them ,great my friend.

sheila said...

God the light is beautiful in these pictures!

Carey Brown Strombotne said...

a perfect sentiment for a crisp fall day. lovely and heartbreaking, we see the truth through your words and your lens. thanks for sharing.

tj said...

...You, are a blessing. For which I am grateful. :o)

...I wish you and yours the best this Thanksgiving and everyday thereafter!

...Blessings

country girl said...

It makes me sad that those apples are going to waste. I hope they will at least feed some animals.

Your pictures and words are, as always, beautiful.

xoxo

Chessa! said...

so lovely and melancholy. I've missed you. thank you for visiting this week. xx

Natasha said...

I've missed reading your words that always seem to speak straight to my heart Nadia. We are nature and you sound like you are right at home on the hill dear friend.
Natasha
xx

Bonbon Oiseau said...

sending you so much love...

nedj said...

Harmonie ....

tess said...

ton blog est sublime
les images de ce verger sont magnifique!
bravo
j'adore
tess***

Melissa said...

Beautiful words and images! I am a relatively new reader to your blog and it has quickly become one of my favorites. I love your descriptive dreamy writing and lovely photographs.

I recently moved to a new place that has stunning scenery as well. Coincidentally it also is covered in abandoned apple orchards. I have been trying to find a way to describe how thankful I am that I get to live in a place like this but haven't yet found the right words. I love the way you described it. Thanks for sharing.