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daily parcels * tied up in string *

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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Location: Katoomba, NSW, Australia

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

April 01, 2006

words to ponder

There is a garden in every childhood,
an enchanted place where colours are brighter, the air is softer
and the morning more fragrant than ever again
- Elizabeth Lawrence -


Blogger Kerri said...

Wonderfully refreshing words Robyn. I've enjoyed catching up on your posts. Do hope your neck is feeling much better. Our weather here has been wonderfully springy this week. How we've missed the warm sunshine! So good to have it back.

4:45 pm  
Blogger Nicole said...

Mmmmm... where little girls dance around in circles with daisy chains in their hair and little boys dangle fishing rods into the stream and pull up old wellington boots full of fresh fish. The birds cheep madly in the cherry trees while the puppy dogs chase their tales... hugs xox

6:03 pm  
Blogger Kristy said...

Beautiful imagery!

7:28 pm  
Blogger mommy22ss said...

How lovely!

12:39 am  
Blogger VintagePretty said...

I had many secret gardens in my head, and read 'the secret garden' too. Perhaps more often we should all try to find a place where we can be as happy now as back then!

7:58 am  
Blogger Garden girl said...

and the summers were hotter, and all those wonderful memories of years past. Yes, the garden of memories is a wonderful place to re visit!

10:49 am  
Blogger Carol said...

Oh yes that is so true Robyn!

When I only think at my grandmas garden and how delicious here cherries and strawberries etc. have tasted! hmmm

7:23 pm  
Blogger Connie and Rob said...

What a beautiful thought and your pictures are always so cute.

Take care,

7:48 pm  
Blogger Gail said...

your thoughts bring back beautiful memories of times gone.I now relive the past thru the eyes of my grandchildren when they play and explore my garden.Have a happy week.

10:06 pm  
Blogger mrspao said...

My favourite book when I was little was the 'Secret Garden'. I used to imagine I was contrary miss Mary and could smell the beautiful roses in the garden.

7:04 am  
Blogger Mindy said...

Love this post...lots to think about!! Sometimes I would like to re-visit that garden....

2:48 pm  
Blogger Maggie Ann said...

That quote is just so true!! Whenever I think of my Grandma's in my childhood memories, everything was so wonderful. You'd think there wasn't even a fly to swat....smile. I think its partly because the grown-ups took care of all the work...what do you think?

4:51 am  

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