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daily musings of a vintage addict * I am totally obsessed with all things vintage * trying to keep up with my past...and sometimes ordinary everyday life

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here I am in a little cottage that evokes the energies of my ancestral lands - a cottage on the moors of Cornwall, or on the cliff tops of Ireland or Scotland. It has a hearth. I am a hedge witch {of sorts}. I wear upcycled clothes, patchouli oil and Redback boots. I am a gypsy; an eccentric and a mystic [I often live with a foot in two worlds]. I serve my guests, tea from an old silver teapot. I love Vervain, yarrow, chamomile & mint. Star watcher and Moon gazer. story cloth weaver. keeper of family dreams and wishes. good friend and creator of life. herbal tea drinker and potion maker.

Plan ahead and dream of all the beautiful things that life has to offer

May 04, 2005

*life ~ May 4

noise drives me near insane ! I would love to live out in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by nothing. All I would hear was what we are meant to hear ~ birds singing, cicadas and silence and the sounds of home and loved ones....
just lately my senses have been jarred each and every night with the coal trains going through my bedroom ( well, not really but it sounds like it )
Yes, I live near a train line and I realize I must expect to hear the trains from time to time. When we first moved into this gorgeous home...I did notice the trains at night but they were kinda comforting.
I remember the first night we moved in,we were fast asleep and my husband jumped up and said "what the hell is that ?" ~ to which I answered "the 4.15 from Mt Vic"
~ after awhile I didnt hear the trains as much but the past few weeks it seems like every hour another loud train goes past, full of coal for overseas. What on earth do they need that much coal for?
I potter about each and every day, cleaning and creating a warm, comfortable environment for myself and loved ones only to have it dashed by these noisy trains. Going off today to buy myself some gorgeous lavendar tea lights and some ear plugs.

reminds me so much of the ghost train from the famous five !!

2 Comments:

Blogger melissa said...

This puts to mind spending the night with my grandparents and hearing the train (which was just a street away) running during the night. I love memories like that...but maybe I wouldn't if I lived right by a train track, eh?!!

12:24 am  
Blogger Alice said...

When Michelle and her husband moved into a very old house (known locally as the witches house - no, not Michelle) in Basel, Switzerland, it was built right against the footpath - there was no front yard, or front door for that matter. Trams ran along that street and during their first night they were lying in bed upstairs when a tram went past, shaking the whole house. They just lay in bed and laughed and laughed. When I stayed with them my bedroom window opened out through the roof and I loved hearing the church clock chiming through the night and the birds whistling in the early morning.

8:36 pm  

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