House Garden
thread and thistle weave a story of being - sky blue dome is my roofed thinking - legacy channeled into foundation of soil - in our belief of small, insignificant - an entire life can be moved through or along - not held back by stationary movement - the questions formed are of a great magnitude - slightest breath flutters an oath or a path of hurricane.

thoughts found wily enough without brittle contemplations - doldrum might ask you if you have yet climbed Dolomites - travel inward toward essential nutrients - searching horizons anew brings renewed sense of lack - leanings into immediate surroundings arch over the bridge you forgot to cross.

sense of pace rises and falls again in the light of your eyes - weed ways grow to keep moisture in thought reveals - color ways are wefted stories that hold where imagination ables - the mythic fable is your life way - held in close proximity to shimmering beauty of - just beyond - presently a home garden is where you will natively grow a set of beeing wings - you don’t need saving - I will catch threads entangled.

~thebonelines

I traveled to a garden of a different kind this week. The Farmers Daughter in Rhode Island is a beautiful garden place and nursery. It is one of my favorite places to go for plants - inspiration - friendship - imagination - wonder. The plant keepers there are friends that have grown over time - just like all my plants from this wonderland.

Gymnocarpus physocarpa, or Hairy Balls is in the milkweed family. Of course the name makes me laugh inappropriately! This plant makes me smile whenever I see it. It is also stunning to see up close. Here is some information about Hairy Balls from The Garden Diaries if you want to try growing it.

This change in the season here in New England is generally quite short. It sneaks up on you and suddenly we have the woodstove fired up - yesterday while the rain drizzled down all day. When it reaches the high 40’s F here at night, a woodstove fire is needed to take the chill off of an old 1700’s house.

It seems that many people like to decorate during this autumn time - especially with gourds, dried grasses, obligatory mums, and of course the wide variety of pumpkins available. I tend to love the misshapen, wonky, bumpy, other than orange colored ones. Even if I don’t purchase many, I love to look at them and run my fingers over a few with especially fancy characters. I think one way to enjoy the season can be to go and have a look at garden nurseries - botanical gardens - parks - or a walk or drive around your area. It isn’t necessary to purchase something. Drinking in others celebratory decor can provide us with a fill of beauty - if we don’t have the money or do not want to purchase more. If you do decide to purchase decorations - it would be useful to buy from your local farmers and perhaps decor could be made from items in nature. It does not have to be costly. A lovely dried branch stuck in a bottle you have on hand is just perfect.

A cart full of sugar pumpkins is the perfect autumn image. When you walk down the pathway and are greeted by such an abundance of orange in this old fashioned vintage cart - I feel full, and joyful and there is a sort of contentment that the simple things in life are available to us. Just a simple note with the price for you to step right up and pick out an orange pumpkin treasure. It is just the right small size to sit on a window sill. Things do not always need to be big and fancy. Small and simple can be just as satisfying.

In a time of life when we might wallow in lack, worry, trepidation about the world - the earth - finding ways to celebrate in quiet ways is helpful. The big fancy celebrations are wonderful of course! If we find smaller ways to celebrate and ritualize our daily lives - imbuing magic into them - life can begin to take on a festive and meaningful practice as we walk through the obligations that we hold.

Begin to find ways that make life feel sacred and meaningful to you. Of course this is different for everyone. For me here at The Bone Lines - finding meaning is a daily practice. It is not always the same and what is needed has varied over the years. Seeking small and doable moments will begin to build up a Life Way of living a breathing magical story. Your life is a biography. Imagine living in what is most important to you. Don’t let too much time pass. If a tiny inspiration catches you on an inbreath - try to pay attention to what is calling to you. Creating a meaningful and magical life is where The Bone Lines tromps along. Cinch up your skirts or belt up your pants - being land pirates of our lives is so much fun!