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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

September 24, 2005

indian summer

days like today were what my nan called 'indian summers' - those hot, hazy days that remind you that summer is just around the corner. Those days in spring when you just know that Mother Nature is sure to have a menopausal moment and send another frost but today the cicadas were singing, birds having a wonderful splash in the bird baths and for the first time this spring, you wear a t-shirt. It was hot!
I gardened - working nearly all day in my vegie garden * planting marigolds among my french beans * digging in compost for my greedy pumpkins, hammering in stakes for my sweet bite tomatoes and even having a go at growing capsicum. I am not a glamourous gardener, although I do have a certain *style* ~ I wear
BLUNDSTONES with socks * t-shirt * shorts and my hair twisted up and secured with a huge clip! very glamourous indeed ! but ladies, I forgot to wear my hat which is a silly thing to do in this hot Australian sun ~ so now I am quite red - similar to a lobster and I am not proud of it at all. Love to garden on the weekend ~ Joe is a sweetheart and makes me lots of cups of tea or iced water with a slice of lemon.... I am so lucky, really I am.
but its late and I have just had a lovely bath with 'emperor blend' bath salts by BOD, sipping a cup of green tea, nearly ready for bed.

But just wanted to tell you that I have a celebration tomorrow
will share when I wake up..........

2 Comments:

Blogger Amy said...

I second Dolly, those boots are cool! Can't wait for summer here, it still feels like spring.

8:25 am  
Blogger ~Nancy~ said...

In the States, Indian Summer is the term used for that last hot blast before winter arrives, but it has to occur AFTER the first frost. We are over due on our cool weather. Granted, American weather has been dreadful and strange lately but in the part of the world I live in (northeast Kentucky), it is already supposed to be sweater-chilly and it is still in the 80's. The locals here tell me that foretells a hard, long winter. I do dread that. Last winter, we registered 9 degrees! That is torture to a southern girl such as myself. Enjoy your spring and early summer, Ms. Robyn. I will try to remember as I am freezing in the next few months, that it IS actually warm somewhere.

5:58 am  

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