Love is Forever

My beautiful, sweet Pooch Girl has made her journey over the rainbow bridge.

My heart is broken in a way I don't think it will ever mend.

Every day I wake up hoping it was just a horrible nightmare.

My eyes blink awake.

My mind stirs back to reality.

And through the fog it hits my heart with a punch.

I sift through photos and sob, wishing I could lay on the floor and snuggle with her forever.

The joy she brought to my life recorded in pictures, to remind me of our fun and love.

The day I was painting the hallway at the old house and she walked by, brushing against the wet paint.

Not only did she stripe herself but she also left behind an incredible amount of fur on the wall of wet paint. 

So funny.

Such a gentle soul.

Would sit patiently to have her picture taken before simply putting her head down to take my sunglasses off.

She didn't choose the vogue life, the vogue life chose her.

Among many favourite treats were prawn crackers.

Pizza crusts too.

I like to think she is still going for happy rides in the car with me, the wind blowing into her face. Gosh, she loved it.

As a puppy she wasn't too mischievous. 

The one cheeky thing I remember her doing was frequently chewing on a potted blackberry bush.

It thrived despite.

As the years continued she remained a gentle, sweet soul.

So loyal and devoted. 

Content to just be close and holding me with one paw.

My sweet lady.

How to go on without her?

I make a point of not using real names in my blog but I want to share my Pooch Girl's. 

Please send a little prayer to the stars for my sweet Venus.

Remember her too.

Oh, Venus.

I will be with you again one day, having wonderful cuddles-cuddles.

Goodbye Venus, my booful girl.

Zinnia Loves & Autumn Feels

Autumn is knocking at the door.

I welcome its cool air wholly as a break from the delayed but sudden heat of summer.

I open the door at let it in to fill my heart and home.

It brings with it promise of kinder days ahead.

Days with iridescent rainbow clouds.

Clusters of Soul Sister roses.

I think the soul sister that gifted me this rose for my birthday last year sprinkled a bit of her gypsy, hippie, witchy magic on it while sneaking a surprise package into my letterbox this week.

How else do you explain such luscious blooms?!

I think some of her magic dust blew onto the zinnias too.

Such pops of colour.

The world needs it.

Beautiful frozen fireworks that no bee or butterfly could resist.

Fairy umbrellas or parasols?

Their tutu fabric?

This one reminds me of a sea anemone.

And this one of the singing flowers in Alice's Wonderland garden.

Ahh.. all in a golden afternoon.

These pinkies keep my climbing rose company as it makes its journey over the archway by the gate.

Autumn has crept silently into my life for another year and I am so grateful.

My favourite time of year. 

It's almost as though everything slows down so much and becomes quiet enough to hear the Earth taking a breath.

I was inspired to sew myself some skirts.

Complete with wide elastic belting to cover my mum-tum and 'love' handles.

Having a short torso, huge sticky-outty handles and long legs makes it hard to fit nicely into clothes and cause many pouty days of dressing tantrums, and a lingering feeling a being nothing more than a lump ol' caterpillar. 

But sewing these skirts to suit my body type, my style and comfort makes me feel like I've transformed into a butterfly!

Way to go me, for lifting my own spirits, being motivated and creative.

I sit in my slowly evolving nest, safe space, home and garden and watch the sky declare it is dusk.

I take in the colours, the brisk air, the birds settling in for the night, the peace.

Then inside I go.

To serve a lovingly cooked meal to my family (another accomplishment, cooking and I have had a bitter hiatus but I'm forcing myself to be better - I repeat.. anxiety sucks!)

I shower and maybe watch some TV with Boof while I work on some new twinsy blankets.

Or I crawl straight into bed and if the day hasn't taken too much out of me, I'll read a chapter or two. 

Currently The women's Doc by Caroline De Costa.

But very soon my eyes sting with tiredness so I turn off the light and daydream until sleep finds me for its midnight mind movies.

Goodnight, Earth.

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