Ugly?

Dear Nature Journal,

During a rake leafing service project through my church I heard someone say that late Fall is really ugly. What! Her reasoning was that the trees are bare and things are grey and gloomy without snow. I have to beg to differ since grey rainy days are beautiful to me. I think they remind me of "Wuthering Heights" or "Jane Eyre". I also find that when it's grey and dreary the bits of colors and life stand out so much more. Today is was a bit cold (which is worlds better than being a bit too hot) but still comfortable. I was able to get away with wearing my very old black clogs, and my new long plaid skirt. I always feel good in this outfit. I'm sure you would have on to if you could wear clothes journal. Once when I was criticizing a woman's dress my mother said "Maybe that's her favorite dress and it makes her feel pretty." This simple experience has partially changed how I look at people and their houses or clothes. I certainly have things that I like that are unique to me, e.x. rainy dreary days. I'm praying for help with my criticising problem.

Until Tomorrow,

Amelia

Fall!

I'm going to post and hope you haven't noticed my complete neglect of this blog. So here I go trying to blend in to the desktop.

I adore fall! With the leaves and beautiful cozy clothes. I almost always think of Tasha Tudor's way of life too. This might be because when I read her book she influenced me and the way I think about "old-fashioned" living. Thanksgiving is charming and serves as a slight calm before the Christmas season that has become so fast paced in America. Our house is adorned like the garden outside with pretend leaves swagged in the archway between living room and dining room. I desperately want to paint. It's been far to long since I admired God's creation thoroughly. One of the things about art is that it forces you to pay attention and really see the world around you. My dear art teacher, Mrs. White, always instilled in us the need to SEE the world outside our house, in the garage, or just the little flower growing up through the sidewalk.

Till tomorrow...