Dear little island cottage by the sea...
The time is drawing near for me to leave you.
Your pink shutters will be closed...
The swimsuits and sundresses will be packed in tissue paper,
and placed in pretty boxes with seascapes on them...
All filled with scented packets that smell of seabreeze and rosemary.
The summer days are long gone,
and crisp autumn nights have arrived on our island.
Oh how I love the golden, russet days of autumn,
and the harvest moon...
The smell of firewood burning in a fireplace,
hot mulled wine,
and old cashmere sweaters...
Long walks on an empty beach,
watching an autumn sunset.
I will miss you,
my little cottage by the sea.
I will miss sipping a cold chardonnay
from my handpainted palmtree wine glasses...
And I will miss all of my much beloved tropical whimsy...
The bright colors that speake of summer.
And fresh homemade lemon cake,
made with our very own Meyer lemons that grow in our back yard...
And making seahorse and lighthouse cookies
with our grandangels...
And open windows and dancing windchimes....
Island breeze and billowing white curtains...
Oh so fresh is the smell of salty air...
Ponytails and seahorse mirrows...
I love living seaside,
but I also love the countryside,
and when the last October sun dances across the Southern sky,
and the first November moon rises,
it's time to close the island cottage
and drive north to the country house.
The holiday season is upon us.
As much as I love my island time,
I equally love time spent in the countryside.
I'm ready to fill the old country house
with the scents of apples and spice.
A few more days of island time and packing,
then we must take the drive along the narrow island road,
under the goat trees with their weeping Spanish moss...
Saying our goodbyes to yet another season of wonderful memories,
but oh so excited to move into a new season,
with holidays in the countryside awaiting.
Blessings
*****Yaya*****
