Wednesday, August 8, 2018

Seasons



This has been one busy and long summer. I'm anxious for Autumn to arrive. 

Today I'm taking a few moments to share some things I love.  






Old crocks, jars and lighting. Things so simple yet so necessary in times past.





My white ironstone collection, simple white dishes of every sort that were used for generations by other families and have now been used for years at our Christmas and Thanksgiving dinners. 




                                                                           History, old cemeteries and old houses. Each memory and place with a spirit attached to keep the past living in colorful thoughts and tales. 




Pictures of my fur baby Imma Bivis, my friend and my baby for 17 years. I miss her still.  


The colors of Autumn and harvest. Sweet cool memories on a hot humid day late in Summer. 


 My hearth, sweet with memories and whispering stories from long ago.

 Pumpkins and gourds in every shape and color. They are friends and a welcomed site at the end of a long hot summer.


The rustle of leaves and the squirrels that rattle about filling their nests with acorns to keep them through the winter to come.  




Witches to fly about and cats to peek in through the key holes on frosty autumn evenings. 





Old wooden boxes to stash paper treasures.  


                                                                        And yellow ware, beautiful yellow and orange bowls and even some in pumpkin arranged and waiting for the cool nesting days to come. A few of my blessings.

Blessed Be Friends, 

Thursday, June 7, 2018

Summer

 I just wanted to pop in and say Hi, I'm still here. It has been one hectic year but I hope to be blogging again soon.
 My goodness I love spring but this year we sorta went from winter to summer, anyway I can't help but find myself looking forward to autumn.
We'll be back soon. 

Tuesday, March 20, 2018

Welcome Spring


I am very pleased to know that today is the first day of spring. It doesn't feel at all like spring here; it is COLD and very damp and misty, There's something strange and fascinating about it. I'm accustomed to warm damp days or bright sunny warm days for the first of day spring but today it seems as if there is some important message that I may be receiving or some happening that I should be preparing for. It's almost more like a shadow that may appear suddenly and unexpectedly from a dark corner than the sweet, gentle arrival of Spring.

So I'm sharing some pictures that I think are lovely and I hope this will brighten the day.
After all this is the time for new beginnings and pink, green, lavender and yellow.
The picture above is one I shared a few years ago; it was my center piece for St. Patrick's day that year.
   I am ready for pink and yellow and all of the beauties of spring.
And for days of hanging linens from my collection on the line to dry and ironing them so crisp and beautiful.

 Yes I am ready for spring but for tonight I will sit by the hearth and let the last embers of winter warm my soul and comfort my dreams.

Sunday, March 4, 2018

When the Wild Things Are Gone


Hello and welcome.  I am very happy to be back; this past year as been amazing in spite of some experiences that have been devastating to much of what I believe in; but here at Mystic Wood I will turn my focus to the gentle things and thoughts of home and family that I love.

    ( The quilt below is from the estate of Sallie Inez Williams of the Rocky Mount Mill Village)
I always like to post about comforts of times past. I believe that coverlets and quits may be two of my favorite collections. I lived with quilts and quilters when I was small. I know how warm and comforting they are and I learned the dreamy, magical ways of the quilter. When my grandmothers quilted and stitched their hands worked by patience and great skill learned from years of experience. That kind of automatic skill leaves ones mind to wander free so as your hands work the threads; your mind and soul work the spell. Fair weather for planting and the harvest, great love and many children  for the newly weds that will be gifted the quilt. Their eyes saw into the future; how many tomato  plants would be planted and how many quarts must be put by for the winter that would come.

                                                                           
I watched as my Grandmother stitched amazing lace and beautiful embroidery every day of her life. 
I lived and played with the wild things of the river and the Mystic Wood; some a part of the natural way of the river and some created only in my little child's  mind.  
That beautiful wild wood is disappearing  as I write. Trees felled and houses pushed down in the course of a day, with the promise of how it will all be better.  No gardens grow behind those neatly remodeled mill houses, no quilters gather on the porches. Each porch is neatly arranged with the same swing and the same chairs all belonging to the developers.  

This house is no longer a home; it's become like some ghost longing to be gone and to rest where life was once lived in better days.   And so we start another journey and look forward to a day of new beginnings and the memory of that beautiful, magical wood and river that once existed but that now is just a memory.  

Friday, September 15, 2017

Autumn

Hi Everyone , It's Rocky here. I hope everyone is loving the cooling weather and enjoying the freshness of autumn.  
It's my turn to post today so I'm adding some pictures from past autumns.  You see at only 4 pounds it's difficult for me to use the camera and mom doesn't let me use her cell phone. 
I love the cooler days because I get to go on longer walks, I'm almost 12 now and the heat can really bother me so I love this time of the year. 

Mom says we are going to be busy this weekend moving furniture around doing some decorating.  I like it when she decorates but not when she moves stuff around because I'm so tiny I could get hurt and she makes me stay in the stupid crib like a baby until she finishes that part.  
I do like to snuggle by the fire when it gets really cold, mom and everybody else likes it to. That fireplace has made us very happ for many years now. 
I know she has a lot planned to do but it's going to be fun watching the house transform. It's like magic. You know what Mom says I'm like magic too. I just make her happy all of the time. Have a great weekend and please continue to pray for all of the people and animals that have had to deal with the hurricanes and fires.  I am so grateful that we are together and safe because everyday when mom comes home she tells us all how much she thanks God and nature that we are safe and all here together.  

Friday, September 1, 2017

The Ghosts of Autumns Past



I try not to let my mind wonder back to far or to often; but with Autumn teasing at my door and damp, gloomy rainy days I find myself reaching backward in time to catch a fleeting glimpse of seasons past.
Dear sweet Baby Mystery, a late summer rescue some nine years ago. She was only with me a few years but she was my constant companion and brought so much love into my life the few short years that she spent with me.  


                                               I will treasure our time together always.                                                                                                                                  
                             Decorating for Autumn and and crafting for Autumn; the whole house takes on a very magical aura. It is indeed a mystical time of the year.
                                                                               
                              Wonderful slow walks just to take in the beauty of the damp day that seems to wrap me in a mist of comfort and dreaming.
  It is wonderful to slip away for a short time but there are pumpkins, witches and brooms all waiting to to take center stage for the season and I must go to start on another year of memories in the making.  Take care everyone and enjoy the holiday weekend.  

Friday, July 21, 2017

A Quiet Cool Memory To Share

There is something about the old photos. They always seem to look so cool and comfortable. This is actually my fathers family from about 1891. My Grandmother is the little girl on the far right.  They sometimes look a bit stern but then again they seem to be so comfortable and safe all together. I especially love that they added the flowers and a  lovely lace tablecloth  long with possibly great grand mother with her needlework in hand.  


I love history, I could dream a story about every old house I see.  I especially love the old Tavern's. I'm sure there is a story and even a secret or two to be told about this one. It's Person's Ordinary in Halifax County N.C.

Who knows it is possible that someone from my own family may have rested there for an evening generations ago. It would be so wonderful to know if they did.  

I've no idea who this lady is but I fell in love with her picture posted on Pinterest and I wanted to share it with you. That garden behind her and that chubby, lovely baby  and a precious kitty. That might even have been  me in another life.

 This is a view of the Mystic Wood and River.  The developing is changing so much and I don't expect to ever see this view again.  Hopefully they will not take my memories. It will remain always wild, simple and beautiful to me in my heart and mind.
And this is me with my (mama Aunt Estelle Boykin and my ( daddy Uncle Paul Boykin.
I must have been five or six. We were sitting on the steps of a cottage at the Rainbow Inn on the causeway between Morehead City and Beaufort N.C. I remember we would visit there once or twice every summer. Don't we look so cool and comfortable?  Oh it's 100 here today and  the heat index is 106. I loved these people and I love that it makes me feel safe and cool and comfortable to visit back in time. Have a wonderful weekend and stay cool.

Bright blessings 

Seasons

This has been one busy and long summer. I'm anxious for Autumn to arrive.  Today I'm taking a few moments to share some ...