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.
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.
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 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...
with our grandangels...
Oh so fresh is the smell of salty air...
Ponytails and seahorse mirrows...
Ponytails and seahorse mirrows...
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.
then we must take the drive along the narrow island road,
under the goat trees with their weeping Spanish moss...