My art and writing are two channels I use to express gratitude for all the goodness in my life.  Being creative requires me to step out of my comfort zone and explore new avenues.  When I write and paint from the heart, everything makes sense.  I am grateful for the opportunity to share my joy with you.

Exhaling into Autumn


I see the turning of a leaf dancing in the autumn sun, and brilliant shades of crimson glowing when a day is done. ~ Hazelmarie Mattie Elliot

It is autumn and I feel my body relaxing, one long exhale as my senses come alive again after the long, sweltering, humid summer.  My energy has returned and I venture outdoors once more, eager to resume my daily walks with Popeye, relishing the crunch of leaves underfoot.  It's sweater weather, my favorite time of year.


I know the lands are lit, with all the autumn blaze of goldenrod. ~ Helen Hunt Jackson

The flowers in the garden have faded, yet along the wooded path I am greeted by cheery goldenrod and soft aster.  The leaves of the potted impatiens that grace the front walkway are beginning to yellow and drop.  This weekend I shall purchase mums at the garden center, replacing the pinks and blues of our garden with earthy tones of russet, burnt umber and gold.


Autumn is the hush before winter ~ French proverb

I find beauty everywhere in autumn, even in the dying Queen Anne's Lace.  She enchants me even now, proof that beauty is not diminished with age.

Three things:

There is a chill in the air most mornings and I find myself trading my flip flops for warm slippers.

The quilt that has gone unused all summer is now draped across our bed, adding extra warmth and comfort.

I find myself craving the sweetness of macoun apples.


Autumn, welcome.

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