It is a warm and beautiful November 1st day. The garden is blooming, with flowers and herbs enjoying the weather. In this neck of the woods, it is only early mornings and evenings that bring a tinge of cool and crisp air, reminding us that it is autumn...
Although the garden is still blooming, I collect every flower I can and dry it. Those blooms that do not dry well, are pressed into books. Memory petals...
A tiny Christmas tree I planted 6 years ago has grown ever so tall and wide, and is gifting its first true pine cones. Such a lovely scent.
Bougainvillea blooms retain their color, even after drying.
The dry petals fade beautifully in the rain, leaving their fuchsia droplets of natural dye, wherever they land...
A handmade bowl, from the other side of the globe, always reminds me of this time of the year. With its amber and golden glaze.
Tea feels like this, today.
A vintage forest green tea cup from Mexico, is what I shall choose, to say hello to this new month...
The 2nd day of November brings Dia de Los Muertos. I collect marigolds from my garden. I think of my Aunt. I think of my furry child, whose memory is always with me...
And, I light my candles...
We miss our furry girl with a vastness that I can not describe.
Our hearts have not mended.
We have decided that they never will, and that, that is okay.
We accept that, and know it is because of our ardent love for her...
I dedicate this post to the memory our loved ones, yours and mine, who have passed.
And to our loved ones, who are still with us...
As we hold both, close to our hearts.
Love & memories, all intertwined.
~ Welcome Beautiful November ~
♥ ,V
ps: I listened to Lisa Lynne as I typed this post. I have shared this before, I know, but it brings such a soft peace...
pss: I thought I would share the link to last year's Dia de Los Muertos post. It was such a beautiful evening, cool breezes and glowing candles...
