Autumn memories

Its been a while since I wrote on my blog. My last post was in March 2019! I did not mean to be away for so long. But I have been busy doing things and not so regular in updating the blog

It was the school holidays. I happened to stumble on a book called How to Hygge by Signe Johansen in the library online and promptly downloaded my first ever e -book loan from the library.

I have read a couple books on the Danish concept of Hygge but nothing spoke to me the way this book did . So I decided to put some of the things into practice .It really helped, I must admit.

I added cushions and a faux fur throw to cozy up our couch ,

Used dried lavender from our lavender plant for our kitchen counter

dried hydrangeas from our garden in the hall

greenery from pothos plants that I have been propagating, pine cones that I found in our walk in the Christchurch Botanic Garden

some fairy lights and some candles I made at a Workshop

Beginning of Autumn, we spent a day walking around the Christchurch Botanical gardens. Every season there is something to enjoy at the gardens, but my favourite times to visit there are Autumn and Spring.

The colours are just spectacular during this time. I’m sharing some of my favourite pictures my son shot.

Walking around the Rose garden ,the roses and the scent of roses pervading all over the garden was glorious.

We spent a good amount of time watching the ducks chase each other on the water

While the geese glided around seemingly oblivious to the commotion happening around

This swan was so graceful in the water

Creating a cozy space, having greenery inside the home, taking note of the things in nature really helped me, to focus on the beauty of simple things and take pleasure in them.

Also, during this time, a friend and I together , started a knit / craft and chat that like to call the Knit2together group in my home . This turned out to be a simple yet cozy way to connect with the ladies in my church doing something we all loved.

Practising gratitude, enjoying the seasons , connecting with nature and other people made Autumn a very lovely season for me.

Being intentional this way also helped me to forget dreading the approach of Winter .(which I would always do and work myself into a knot)

Piece of the past

Staying temporarily at your mother’s place means finding long forgotten treasures , pictures and books.

The other day, I caught a glimpse of a very much loved book from my childhood and was washed over with nostalgic memories.

Mummy patty,my maternal grandmother, was a great story teller.She told us stories everyday when we were little, after dinner time.

Mybookhouse

I  can just close my eyes, and  the little scene,  stamped so vividly in my mind comes alive like it happened yesterday!

My two little cousins, my brother  and  I sitting around her in small chairs in a semi circle, while she sat on her bed.

We sat there mesmerized, eyes glued to her face, as she transported us to a whole new world of Elves and dwarfs,of cyclops , Ulysses,Medusa, Hercules, Snowwhite, Cinderalla, 

Rapunzel,the Ugly Duckling, the humble homes of Hansel 

and Gretel and the Shoemaker… weaving magic with her words.

I recall being fascinated by the story of the shoemaker and the shoemaking elves. … the tiny clothes they were presented with , wondering why they did not return after that

FAIRYTale

 …  I used mull over where they lived, how their homes looked and so on.

Story time with patty is one of my favorite childhood memories and the Shoe maker and the elves was my favorite fairytale.

Mybookhouse in the nursery

As I turned the pages of this very old book, careful not to crumble the already crumbling pages, I realized that it was she who first kindled in us , my brother and I the desire to read…. I recollect being thrilled to discover that the stories she told us and the poems she taught us…  were all in this book!

And perhaps the love of shoes in me too.Because every time I looked at beautiful shoes,  I imagined in my eight year old mind that shoemaking elves made them!

Did you have a favorite fairy tale growing up? Did someone read to you or tell you stories? Do you remember who inspired in you the love of books? Please do share.Pi