The sun has moved along the horizon, and in the afternoon it hangs a little lower, a little stronger in the clear cerulean sky.
The roses are unfurling, their white, silky petals glimmering under the luminous moon in the evening.
Their faint, yet intoxicating perfume is mingled with the blooming wisteria and the heady jasmine as the sea breeze sets the delicate vines and flora in motion -- a soft swaying dance to a melody which heralds the coming of Spring.
Breakfasts are now being enjoyed in the benevolent, gentle mornings of March ...cloud watching.
More and more dinners linger longer and a little sweeter under the stars instead of ceilings.
My gardens, my yard, and my spirit are budding and joyful as they pay homage to Persephone
and to the coming of Spring. __________~*~__________ Credits and Sources
As I stand on the proverbial threshold with 2011 at my back and 2012 in front of me, I have to say that this has been the strangest year. I wanted to immediately say it was the fastest year I have experienced - but that would be incorrect. Fast doesn't describe it. It is more surreal -- a time warp. All of a sudden I am at the end of it.
When I was well, I measured the year in what all I accomplished, and I would feel so proud of all the projects completed, the beauty created in the gardens, my home, my work.... this year, I fell down on most of that if you use those terms. I certainly didn't blog as much as I wanted -- but please know that I wanted to, and I think of all the people that have touched my life through blogland.... all the beauty that was shared with me, all the inspiration that affected me ... and I thank you.
This year, my measurement for the year is that I lived to see it. I am tougher than the cancer that is trying to take over my body. I am more than that. I am not defined by that. It is a whole new way of seeing things and I am still adjusting to my new reality.
I look so forward to a new year, and to be able to spend it with you. Thank you - each and every one of you for what you added to my world. I am eternally grateful and wish you all the best that life has to offer in this upcoming year - and always.
I would like to spread some Holiday Cheer your way --
Happy Holidays from Greyfreth! I would like us to put this bottle of mine under your tree ...as a gift...from me.
My shop,Greyfreth has teamed up with Karen Albert of Art by Karena, who is hosting an incredible 12 days of Christmas Giveaway event.
I am going to be remaking one of my earlier pieces - this stunning cross bottle of antique crystal and mercury glass (shown above) for the one lucky person who wins the giveaway, which starts this Thursday, December 15 and ends on December 23. (We are the 12th day of the 12 day event!)http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif
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***You cannot enter the giveaway here! - It is being hosted atArt by Karena *** so make sure to go over to Karen's wonderful blog to get in on all the holiday cheer and to enter this, and all of the other fabulous giveaways Karen is hosting!
It has definitely been one of those weeks. Because I marked my calendar incorrectly, I missed participating in Marsha's lovely International writing party. There is no such thing as being fashionably late when it comes to something like that. I am so disappointed that I missed it, and in myself for doing so. I truly apologize.
The theme was What we have always wanted to do, but have never done... I was excited to write about it, and it has been on my mind so heavily, so I want to share, in short version, what my heart has always longed for... don't laugh.
I wish that I could fly.
My only recurring dream, and one I have had since I can remember, is that I can fly. It is always the same. It begins over the ocean, it is in slow motion.... I soar lazily over the sea, along the face of a beautiful cliff and over treetops and up towards the sun. There is nothing but the gorgeous scenery in my dream, and the feeling of total freedom and total bliss. I love that dream.
I found this amazing video of starlings in flight at dusk (with the London Symphony Orchestra as background) -- it's very different from my dream, but it is something to behold.
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My Artwork: Greyfreth Cross Bottles
Crystal Chandelier Remnant Crosses on Antique Bottles, Silver, and Architectural Elements by Isabeau Grey
My Sea Life Sculptures at Greyfreth
on bottles, antique silver & architectural fragments by Isabeau Grey
some of my favorite things...
The Paris Opera House
Appartement Chanvre of La Madone in Provence
Photography by Corey Amaro
Books, Lovely Books
Books Currently On My Nightstand Patina Style by Brooke & Steve Giannetti Azamir by Tom Gamble French Essence by Vicki Archer
Angels on Earth
Rambling Roses
The Ballerinas of Degas
Timeworn Garden Elements
Antique Cellos
and the beautiful music which emanates from them...
Gardens of Only Green & White
Ancient Doors
Antique French Tapestry
Living Room at La Quinta home of Diandra de Morrell Douglas as seen in the book, "Santa Barbara Living" by Dian Dorrans Saeks, featured on the Blog: Katiedid. Photo by Lisa Romerein
The World of Michael Trapp
John Saladino Estate via "Santa Barbara Living" by Dian Dorrans Saeks
"The sunlight flickers through the trees and I am mesmerized every day. The bouquet of sea salt and eucalyptus that captivated me when I was sixteen is still here. In Montecito, I've been able to express my deepest dreams. Here I feel my best." --John Salandino Photography by Lisa Romerein
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The wind gently rustles the leaves of the boungainvillea outside my window. A single leaf spirals towards the cool ground. It begins a dance with a gust of sea air and scratches across the sidewalk until landing silently on the soft lawn. A lone black bird caws loudly. A dog barks up the street while the dryer thrums its low song -- the heart beats of the day.
The first day as a mother changed me forever. My heart grew to the point it might shatter into a million stars the moment I saw the face of my son. Because of this new capacity for so much love, I simply never saw the world or anything in it the same again - It was oh, so much better, so much richer, than I can ever put into words.
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