Thursday, September 11, 2008

More Touches of Fall

I took a walk after dinner last night. My daughter and I climbed to the top of Christmas Hill (isn't that a wonderful name?) from where we could see downtown Victoria, the Strait of Juan de Fuca and the Olympic Mountains beyond. The sun was mostly gone and all around us the sky was pink, orange, yellow and faintly purple. The colours changed as I turned myself in a circle, looking at the horizon from all angles.
The weather is gorgeous - lovely warm sunshine and no rain at all, but the nights are cool and from the top of the hill I could see that slowly and relentlessly the trees are fading into gold. And as I stood there a spark of anticipation leaped up in me. A new season is coming! What will it hold?

Every year during September I pull out this handcarved wooden leaf bowl. The warm colours and leafy shape whisper autumn to me. There's a small town in Ecuador, San Antonio de Ibarra, where woodcarvers concentrate. On one of our last trips there, before moving back to Canada, I purchased this bowl. I love to fill it with nuts or pretzels or Werthers Butterscotch candies. And when I see it, I remember living in a land where autumn didn't exist.
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  1. What a lovely story. I love decorating with things that have a history behind them. :)

  2. Anonymous6:34 AM

    We are experiencing a wonderful Indian summer here. I spend as much time as possible out in the garden and try to capture every minute.

  3. Hi Lorrie...Your leaf dish is so beautiful. Considering where it came is amazing that it also so Canadian. Your soup tureen is lovely. That is one piece of dishware that I haven't yet purchased. One day this fall I may just have to go shopping. We have a lot of homemade soup in the winter.

    Thank-you for sharing
    Hugs, Nancy

  4. Oh, everything is so inspiring ! Well today I managed to make cakes in the midst of all the back to school madness. But I love to feel the autumn days at home... in the piece and quiet of shortening days, and my fingers just itch to pick up a quilting needle, now that the weather just allows it... and well I will have to wait !


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