Dinner last night was another “Stephanie speciality”: whole grain pumpkin biscuits smothered with rosemary pumpkin butter (because that’s how much I love pumpkin) and baked tofu and beans on the side. I know, it’s a little weird but I’ve been dying to bake something with pumpkin ever since my friend very generously hauled 5 cans of pumpkin from England to Sweden for me. Well it was very tasty and ended with a cup of chamomile citrus tea from California, so really the whole meal was quite the international experience. Simon agreed it was weird, but gave me points for creativity and I’ll gladly take that. And in my opinion the biscuits and pumpkin butter were delicious.
Another shot of the blue doors in fall. 🍁 ❤️
Il Click🍂 Di uno scatto. Di una conversazione. Di ricordi, da varcare.
“Ale, dove siete”
“Ma qui non è qui dove posso vedervi”
“Ma se entri dove non devi entrare. In casa d’altri”
“Ma se il cancello è aperto, vorrà dire che si può entrare. Perché si veda e perché si possa godere di questi scorci. Quindi dove sta scritto che non posso entrare”
“Wow, cosa sono queste case?”
“Case di una volta. Case sarde di una volta” Con queste porte che prima o poi spero di varcare e fare mie. Nostre. (Penso in un secondo)
“Sarde? E cosa sono”
“Sarde da Sardegna. L’isola dove siamo nati e abitiamo”
“Ah” ci ripensa “Non ho capito mamma”
“Poi te lo spiego, intanto guardati intorno”
“Ogni volta mi sembra di trovarlo sempre più disabitato questo paese”
“Guarda quest’altra casa in vendita. Peccato per la strada da percorrere. Altrimenti in un futuro rifugiarsi qui quando se ne ha l’occasione sarebbe favoloso” .
Perché Sadali si raggiunge attraversando il Flumendosa. Percorrendo una strada fatta di curve infinite. I km non sono tanti ma sono impegnativi. Ma poi arrivi qui e c’è silenzio. Solo il rumore dell’acqua. Di noi che chiacchieriamo in una piazzetta deserta e mangiamo i grissini locali. Dei cani e dei gatti che ci fanno compagnia. Del signore che ci vede e ci porta le noci locali. Scambia due parole con noi e poi...
“Aundi sesi ca sa mesa è pronta”
“Dove sei che la tavola è pronta”
“Mi chiama mia moglie. Arrivederci”
“Grazie per le noci”
“Grazie per la chiacchierata”
Sofia è Giovanna di secondo nome. Non meno importante. Giovanna è Giuannica nella nostra lingua. .
When you message your partner/roommate hoping they’ll agree that pastries are a good idea... (btw they’re usually a good idea)
Early morning start - crisp sunshine and frost at Loch Leven for a coffee and writing date with @sarahpainterbooks
Felt bad about moaning about Beau last week. The truth is, half term was tough. Emotional meltdowns...boundary pushing...attitude and anger and backchat all day long and by the end of the week I was done 🤦🏽♀️. Half term was Beau’s chance to really let it go - after trying so hard during his first term at school. Home is his safe place. Mummy and Daddy are his closest allies. And I think he was just unleashing all those pent up emotions amongst those whom he trusts and loves. (Thanks Google). As hard as it is to remember in the moment...(and if you’re going through something similar)...this too shall pass. Via a very large glass of wine 🤪. But anyway - my little floppy haired, wide eyed, cheeky and ever so loving little boy is turning FIVE on Friday! I can’t quite believe it. So proud of you, little (or not so little 😭) Beau 👦🏼
Oh it’s quite a rainy, dark day today, a little on the dreary side. I tried taking a dance break in the living room to energize, twirling while looking outside at the drizzly rain and then I felt a little better. When in doubt, dance !
Harvesting hydrangeas. I’m a bit late this year but always love to do this. The greenhouse is now full along with all my dahlias which are now inside to protect from the frost. They didn’t do too well this year so I have hopes that 2020 will be the year of the dahlia in our garden. For now it’s all about the hydrangea 🌸
A gorgeous waltz of smoke, frost and autumn sunlight in Blubberhouses, Yorkshire.
We are woodlanders stomping through the mud as we wave goodbye to Samhain. Beneath a golden canopy, the Queen of the Forest showers us with her leaves amid the autumn drizzle. A rich scent of mushrooms and dampness is one so familiar to us at this time of year. We scurry home as darkness falls, to warm our bones by the fire. 🍂
Stopped in my tracks by the dreamiest tree.
The weather lately has been making me sleepy, or at least I blame the weather, I have zero scientific evidence to back this up. All I want to do is read, write in my journal, watch a good series or listen to podcasts while I cook or scrapbook. I wonder how I’ve survived all the winters of my life, every year I seem to forget that I’m a Canadian girl who has drifted spellbound, in blizzard after blizzard, through the -20 weeks of deep winter and 4 layers of clothing. And I think (every year) and so I have to do it all over again? But then I remember how these winters restore and replenish me because I become more reflective in them, and that the feeling of looking out into a morning snowfall is one of the most exquisite feelings I know. There’s wonder and beauty in every season I think, even if some ways of beauty reveal themselves more easily than others.
Cause you guys loved that scallop-fronted wagon goodness. The wagon is @walk
_wood_wagon, just a short train ride south of London. We booked it via @canopyandstars
, who I’ve used before for other nature-inspired cabin getaways, and would most definitely recommend 👍🏻
Is the new rich.
Inner peace is the new success.
Health is the new wealth.
Is the new cool.
Neighborhood walk on one of those rare Sunday afternoons where the streets are empty and people around you a quiet.
Vuoi che partiamo subito per la nostra avventura”, domandò Peter Pan, “o preferisci prendere il tè?”. “Prima il tè”, rispose Wendy”.
🍂 Do you want us to leave immediately for our adventure ", asked Peter Pan," or do you prefer to have tea? ". "First tea," Wendy replied.
Una tazza di tè virtuale a tutte le nuove arrivate in questa mia splendida community. Siete state tantissime in queste ultime settimane.
Vi sono molto grata dal profondo del cuore - e non è una frase scontata. Iniziare a seguire una persona e la sua vita - che parlare di “profili” sembra quasi astratto - non è un passo semplice e scontato.
Significa scorgere un suo scatto nella gallery di esplora, nella gallery di un hashtag, un commento in un post che stiamo noi stesse commentando. Ti colpisce qualcosa. Clicchi quel profilo. Ne rimani colpita. Scorgi qualche parola. Inizia a seguirlo.
In questa moltitudine di azioni c’è chi arriva, chi resta, chi va via.
Oggi il mio grazie va a chi è appena arrivata💛
I insist on keeping the pumpkins out until there’s no more leaves left on the trees 🍁. I know that for many, Christmas preparations have begun (myself included) but I hate the notion that Samhain/Halloween is one day and one day only and that the moment it’s over, all decor should be removed until the next holiday. Samhain is in fact the period of time between the 31st of October and the 21st of December (Yule) so while I don’t plan on keeping the pumpkins around that long, I’m happy to let them linger a little longer 🎃.
there’s this inexplicable feeling that i experience when i get to create with my own hands. being able to transform one thing into another. as i sit here to start a new project, i realize that so much of knitting is like the creative process; turning an inspiration (in this case a ball of yarn), into a jumble of ideas. it remains only as an idea if left alone, but with determination and repetition, a beautiful transformation occurs. then, all at once, the weaving of ideas become tangible. i hope that i’ll always have this desire, this pull towards creating with my hands. to always have a ball of yarn ready to be knitted...
Want to go back to France now please...
It seems like a lot of corners of London are already jumping into Christmas head first but not me! Keep these colourful leaf displays coming please! Are you ready for all the winter displays or holding on to autumn for dear life? Also if you’re in the Southern Hemisphere and it’s beautiful and blazingly hot I don’t want to hear about it. 😂
I will follow the dark, fallen leaves of autumn through the winter and spring, through mist and snow, I will follow them until summer when a new path will start to bloom and grow