A Walk In Good Company.

Yesterday we had some friends over, and the day was beautiful.

 Long walks. Beautiful people. Happy donkey. Delicious food.

Indie Catches a Ride

My Beautiful Sister

Ruby. Isnt She Precious?

She Ran Around like a puppy the whole time.

And of Course Lennon Came Along.

Beautiful.

The weather is Beautiful. 

Whats your Favorite Season?

-Cheers!

70 reasons.

70 Reasons.

It was the weekend.  The leaves fell steadily from the trees as autumn hit us in full swing.  The lawn chairs on the front lawn surrounded cheese, crackers, iced chai tea, iced coconut coffee, nacho chips, jalapeño bean dip, and pumpkin cheesecake. It truly was an autumn feast.

 

Time was spent Exploring the yard and surrounding land, spending time with the animals (Melon the mentally deranged cat, Zephyr the dog, and Alice the llama) and enjoying the delicious food mentioned above.

I have a beautiful family, as strange as we are, we all seem to correspond to each other accordingly. Everyone was gathered together to celebrate my grandfathers birthday. My lovely cousins and aunt road-tripped out to our humble abode, Unfortunately my “Soon-to-be” Uncle Gerald was unable to make it, as he was sick in bed. It was so wonderful to have (almost) the entire family out at our place. Stories were shared, as well as smiles and laughter.

My grandfather is an incredible man. He has this uncanny ability to make someone smile, weather or not they know him, its just who he is.  He has a wonderful sense of humour, and though he may not ever seriously admit it, he is as wise as an owl, and as stubborn as an ox.

For his birthday, Abbey (visit the inglenook to see her post) organized a beautiful card. Her idea was to list 70 reasons why we loved him, this worked wonderfully, and we ended up not being able to put all the reasons on the card, as we had too many. A few of these reasons were as follows.

     -Your sneezes could wake the dead

     -You still ask me if you should come in with me when you drop me off at school, and I am 16 years old.

     -You still eat my pizza crusts

     -You’re my baseball partner

     -Your housecoat greetings

     -Your giving nature

I could continue on, but it is highly unlikely that you are aching to read through every one of the seventy reasons why we love a man that you don’t know. Regardless, the card was a smashing hit, and much loved.

My grandparents are adorable. Just thought you should know incase you hadn’t already taken note of that. They are two of the most generous, loving, and compassionate people I know, and they are a beautiful and inspiring couple.

Happy 70^th birthday to my incredibly wonderful grandfather. You are genuinely the best, and I am so thankful for the constant smiles that you cause on the faces of your family. We love you Oh So Much.

Cheers!

Blankets And Tearful Tea Leaves

The smoke curls endlessly off the tip of the incense stick as the loose green tea leaves steep in the small blue teapot beside me. Today, my yard was covered, blanketed in snow. A huge white comforter over a foot thick. The fall leaves and green grass have been put to rest. I woke up this morning, sure of having school, only to learn there was too much snow, and it needed to be cancelled. We went from zero to everything, in just one night.

Lennon had never seen snow. He shook violently as I pulled him out from under the snow blanket, snow-flakes falling over his face and eyes. He sat in my arms and shook, letting out the tiniest audible noise. He was less than enjoying himself. I don’t blame him. Who likes snow that is 5 inches higher than the tip of their ears? He now lies, curled up, breathing deeply as he softly purrs, eyes closed.

Outside, the sky is a dark hue of blue, the trees shiver as snow jumps from their branches. Someone walks to the front door, I know this, because the snow beneath their feet is crisp, and makes a crunching noise as each foot falls to the snow covered wood. The trees hang, heavily laden with snow, their branches straining to rest against the white ground below them.

In the words of William Sharp, “There is nothing in the world more beautiful than the forest clothed to its very hollows in snow. It is the still ecstasy of nature, wherein every spray, every blade of grass, every spire of reed, every intricacy of twig, is clad with radiance.” Winter is beautiful. Yes, it is cold, and it is harsh. But winter is misunderstood. Winter is one of the most beautiful seasons, its snow sparkling as light touches the face of the blanketed ground.

This evening I curled up with my brother and dog, tears streamed down our faces as we came to the end of the movie Marley And Me. Both of us, laughed, trying to scare the tears away by pretending to be happy, the tears ran, but not away, they ran down our faces and continued to return. The dog slept quietly on the floor, his snoring muffled by the thick brown carpet.

Today, was a beautiful day, in the long run, weather doesn’t really matter, but it doesn’t hurt to have a glistening blanket covering the ground. To look out and see a million tiny stars decorating your front yard, to smell the fresh crisp smell of newly fallen snow. Ultimate Beauty.