The Great Little Pumpkin

Great Pumpkin Waltz, Vince Guaraldi Trio

Dear bitty garden,
How very swiftly plans for spiffying up a garden, even the tiniest of them, can turn to fiddle-dee-deeing. I blame those overcast skies and the great little pumpkin who’s always up for a photoshoot, twist my arm.

Do I have plans for you this season? Why of course I do. It’s my favorite time of the year, haven’t I mentioned? I think I may have once or twice. 😉

On my list is a large pot of mums which I hope to find at the outdoor farmers market just as last year. Somehow it makes meeting them all the more adventurous. Their color will have to surprise me because nothing this complicated is to be had in this little corner of our world. Choices are few, and in less than two years I’ve learned fewer is oh so much sweeter.

I hope to paint acorns and reattempt to photograph chestnuts which for some reason never want to focus. Or is it me that’s out of focus. Could be.

Oh, I know I have other to-dos on my autumn to-do, but don’t mind if I sit back and stretch my sip of orange mint a daydream or two longer than usual.


Perfect, absolute peace surrounds those whose imaginations are consumed with you.

Isaiah 26:3

See you, littles.

Delicious Autumn

This Is My Father’s World, Mark Baldwin

Every leaf,
each drop of splendor and color,
gracefully flowing together
effortlessly,
beautifully.

Dear little kitchen window,

How did it happen? At the end of the day, as the sun winked his see you tomorrow, a tiny sliver of a room became a palace.

A R O M A.

Pleasantness that transforms all.

A L L.

And walk in love, as Christ also has loved us and given Himself for us, an offering and a sacrifice to God for a sweet-smelling aroma.

Ephesians 5:2

always autumn

See you, littles.

Hello, Sunshine

The sun is out!
But wait,
isn’t it always?

Dear little kitchen,

I couldn’t resist a second serving of my spellbinding homemade wild rice soup, no forest mushrooms today but clouds parting after an entire week of overcast skies certainly counts as magic.

Antique Aqua, Soft Pumpkin and Yorkshire Tan, my colors of the season (names courtesy of Benjamin Moore), and it all started with a cup of soup. Softly, the tones came forth and blended all throughout September, mostly from the little kitchen window; a sunset sky, the great little pumpkin sitting on the windowsill against a gilded maple, glimpse after glimpse it was all working its magic. This is why I like to start autumn styling in September, on the very first of the month, little by little, un-rushed and savored. It all goes by much too quickly (already some of the trees here are completely bare), and colors like to take their time to woo us and mingle.

Woodland wild rice soup recipe at my Pinterest.

Truly the light is sweet, and a pleasant thing it is for the eyes to behold the sun:

Ecclesiastes 11:7

I hope you’re basking in the splendor of this bright beautiful gifted day.

See you, littles.

The Stuff That Merry is Made Of

The sight of my bicycle’s turned seat always makes me giggle.

Upon one crisp October morning.

The image is from last year, when I decided to go for an early morning autumnal spin through my neighborhood’s apple orchard. Autumnal spins, I highly recommend them, made up of the stuff of magic brews, like a spellbinding bowl of forest mushroom and wild rice chowder, the kind that can warm the chilliest of bones.

Out of those places you will hear songs of thanksgiving and the sounds of laughter and merriment.

Jeremiah 30:19 (NET)

With the exception of an elderly gentleman and his perky-eared Westie, both frozen in amusement at my delirious merriment, I thought I had the woods all to myself that morning, thrilled to fly my red scarf/cape through the bumpy acorn-paved trails, all too oblivious to the twisting of the seat. 😉

Oblivious.
The stuff that merry is made of.

See you, littles.

One by One

Listening. Humming. Flipping through recipes.
Noting graces. Again. And again.

Miika’s Journey, Lama House
  • For finding a dish towel with the very sentiment of my heart.
  • In English!
  • For seat cushions not available in the same color, unplanned turning out better than planned.
  • For a pudgy-cheeked pumpkin that has sparked expectancy, because there aren’t too many neighborhood pumpkin patches this corner of the world but grace upon grace.
  • For sunny ramekins soon to be filled with creamy rice pudding topped with not one but two dollops of warmth.
  • For peace that transcends understanding.
  • For joy that transforms worlds.

Thanks be to God for His indescribable gift!

2 Corinthians 9:15

gifts!

See you, littles.