So Sylvie

Autumn Love

I know I've been absent, again, for a while. I'm working on putting together a collection of cottage style furnishings to sell. I'm refurbishing old pieces, styling everything into little vignettes, and serving tea, out of my garage. It's kind of like having a garage band but without all the instruments and groovy clothing, ha. I'll photograph the progress and blog it for your viewing pleasure. Besides all of that, I've been enjoying the special energy of Autumn. The pace seems so different and so sweet...

Above and below are my offerings of puppy love! I found the little bulldog recently at a thrift shop; where else!

Staying with the theme of love (and puppies, the song is by the Sick Puppies!), please endulge in watching this lovely video, Free Hugs Campaign...

Take heart, there is much beauty in the world, still.

Falling Into Autumn

Sitting in the autumn sunshine in front of my house, eating my lunch as the neighbor's cat "Shadow" looks on, I shoo away a bee from the presence of my sandwich and get to thinking...suddenly thinking the way a child might...how many bees have I met in my life? How many have I not shooed away, but allowed to light upon my arm and rest a spell?

 

 

How many spiders have I met? How many have I carried, gingerly, from the bathroom or bedroom to the porch; or if I'm feeling extra generous, carried further to the garden and, held by a silken strand, lowered him to a shrub or plant? "Hello Mr. Spider", and he sat down beside her...

 

 

I think it's the changing of the seasons that stimulates this heightened awareness of nature. It makes me pay attention. Sit up and take notice. For me, Summer and Winter are the extreme seasons. They can stop you in your tracks, force you to hunker down, whether from being too hot to move, or too cold. But Spring and Autumn, my favorites, allow us to move about with inspiration and keen senses. They stimulate a certain activity. Our habits change a little, and the creatures around us change their routines as well. I've noticed the busy squirrels, deer, and butterflies. The birds have had a lot to talk about. Everything feels so alive.

 

 

In my 45 years I would guess that I've carried about 30 spiders out of the house; maybe another 10 out of the car. I've probably sat and observed a couple dozen more. I've guided many a fly, wasp, and bee out through an open door or window. And even a few birds and mice. But I've only let a precious few bees sit on my extended index finger for a visit; maybe 7 or 8.

 

 

One of my favorite encounters with creatures was about 22 years ago, when I was pregnant with my Jesse, and I camped out on a beach north of Santa Cruz. When I woke in the morning there were dozens of little wild rabbits scurrying about the dunes and cliffs. It was otherworldly, and magical.

What are some of your memories of visits with wild things? Also, I'd love to read anything you want to share about the seasons.