{this moment}, a Friday ritual.
A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week.
A simple, special, extraordinary moment.
A moment I want to pause, savour and remember.
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Friday, 14 October 2011
Monday, 3 October 2011
Simple Autumnal Pleasures {multitudes on monday}
simple Autumnal pleasures...
apples baking
their lingering sweet musk steeping
the house in hearth warmth
and memories
that wrap a soul in cotton dishcloth
place it close to it's kin
in thin wicker baskets brimming
anticipation...
to make:
core some whole apples. place them in a baking pan filled to about a centimeter with water. Put half a teaspoon of honey and half a teaspoon of butter inside the cored centers then sprinkle with a little cinnamon. Place in a hot oven till the skins have burst and the fruit is soft.
Perfect served on it's own as a warming Autumn tea time treat or with a scoop of ice-cream for pudding.
Even the fading blooms bring their own fragrance, their own beauty, their own wisdom.
Some others speak memories of summer.
The little garden spiders, each one named and known by my little girls, just keep spinning, spinning, spinning. A silent world of life within a world of life.
and the leaves from the sycamore just keep falling.
one
by
one.
faint
mute
swelling with a secret
spring,
glowing gold within
their fragile skin.
..and speaking of autumn... here is a lovely little autumnal poem by one of this years national trust competition winners...
enjoy :)
Untitled
By Emma Lister
“It’s really something” -
standing out of the sunroof,
we are not dead yet.
In November, we’ve valleys,
houses leaning, nestled
among those fields
outlined in hedgerows -
and the trees are wet under
miserable sky.
Grow tall, leaves. Unfold.
Bring a cowlick of summer -
with meadows, poppies -
When you lie back down,
the grass curls over your face
and there’s a heavy
bee; autumn is kind
to him. The water in springs
tastes like last winter.
apples baking
their lingering sweet musk steeping
the house in hearth warmth
and memories
that wrap a soul in cotton dishcloth
place it close to it's kin
in thin wicker baskets brimming
anticipation...
to make:
core some whole apples. place them in a baking pan filled to about a centimeter with water. Put half a teaspoon of honey and half a teaspoon of butter inside the cored centers then sprinkle with a little cinnamon. Place in a hot oven till the skins have burst and the fruit is soft.
Perfect served on it's own as a warming Autumn tea time treat or with a scoop of ice-cream for pudding.
Even the fading blooms bring their own fragrance, their own beauty, their own wisdom.
Some others speak memories of summer.
The little garden spiders, each one named and known by my little girls, just keep spinning, spinning, spinning. A silent world of life within a world of life.
and the leaves from the sycamore just keep falling.
one
by
one.
faint
mute
swelling with a secret
spring,
glowing gold within
their fragile skin.
..and speaking of autumn... here is a lovely little autumnal poem by one of this years national trust competition winners...
enjoy :)
Untitled
By Emma Lister
“It’s really something” -
standing out of the sunroof,
we are not dead yet.
In November, we’ve valleys,
houses leaning, nestled
among those fields
outlined in hedgerows -
and the trees are wet under
miserable sky.
Grow tall, leaves. Unfold.
Bring a cowlick of summer -
with meadows, poppies -
When you lie back down,
the grass curls over your face
and there’s a heavy
bee; autumn is kind
to him. The water in springs
tastes like last winter.
Saturday, 1 October 2011
Making A Seasonal Collage...{Saturday Artist} ...
We made our Autumn collage this week.
We make a collage every season, and I have really begun to look forward to this little family art collaboration. We usually find our collage material and inspiration in old gardening and National Trust magazines that we have collected and stashed over the months.
This week the weather was so wonderfully warm. We took the project outside under the dappled light of the Sycamore...
We had spent some time finding pictures and words and cutting or tearing them out. Now came the fun part, figuring out the composition.
Matilda delighted in painting some of the Sycamore leaves and printing them along the edges of the collage.... and sometimes right in the middle :)
We ended up with a little piece of Autumn beauty pasted upon our kitchen door!
Picture poetry...
...and from last year...
We make a collage every season, and I have really begun to look forward to this little family art collaboration. We usually find our collage material and inspiration in old gardening and National Trust magazines that we have collected and stashed over the months.
This week the weather was so wonderfully warm. We took the project outside under the dappled light of the Sycamore...
We had spent some time finding pictures and words and cutting or tearing them out. Now came the fun part, figuring out the composition.
Matilda delighted in painting some of the Sycamore leaves and printing them along the edges of the collage.... and sometimes right in the middle :)
We ended up with a little piece of Autumn beauty pasted upon our kitchen door!
Picture poetry...
...and from last year...
Every season we make a new seasonal collage to hang on our kitchen door. It is a beautiful and simple way to bring the whole family together creatively, which also helps the children grow in understanding of the natural rhythms of the year.
Seasonal fruit and vegetables, birds and landscapes are a great way to bring the beauty and unique nature of the season alive for kids.
You could also include a snippet of seasonal poetry. We included a little of John Keat's "Ode to Autumn"
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