The rabbit, the trees and me.
It was only a week ago, I was running through the forest, climbing grassy patches and kneeling to smell the summertime flowers. There were bright red berries growing on the trees, the garden was alive and the air was warm like a cooing kettle. Travel to a week later and there is snow everywhere, fat clouds of white have blanketed the flowers and killed all the hope that was left for pressing them. I sit here, wearing double knitted socks while my body shivers and shakes. I pour Irish cream into my coffee, hoping the warmth will make me feel alive again.
I awoke in the night to the sound of trees crackling and snapping from their trunks. The far-too-early snowfall is like a heavy stone on the leaf-covered trees, causing the roots and branches to tumble apart. People's vehicles have been damaged, people's gardens have been sabotaged, but worst of all is the trees lying like graves in the street. I want to curl into my bed and fall asleep with my tear soaked eyes. It is so hard on the body and heart to go from blissful warmth to winter blues in a matter of hours. They tell us the snow will rapidly melt and reveal the green grass once again by the time our weekend rolls in. All I can say is that I hope so.
I can handle the cold, I can handle the loss of my harvest, but losing the Autumn after being generously basked in its promises makes it difficult for the soul to adjust. I would like to watch the leaves turn from green to yellow, to sit in the quiet Autumn street and listen to the leaves whistle down the corridor of houses, I would like to feel Autumn on my skin before winter furrows its brow and keeps us inside for a season.
I awoke in the night to the sound of trees crackling and snapping from their trunks. The far-too-early snowfall is like a heavy stone on the leaf-covered trees, causing the roots and branches to tumble apart. People's vehicles have been damaged, people's gardens have been sabotaged, but worst of all is the trees lying like graves in the street. I want to curl into my bed and fall asleep with my tear soaked eyes. It is so hard on the body and heart to go from blissful warmth to winter blues in a matter of hours. They tell us the snow will rapidly melt and reveal the green grass once again by the time our weekend rolls in. All I can say is that I hope so.
I can handle the cold, I can handle the loss of my harvest, but losing the Autumn after being generously basked in its promises makes it difficult for the soul to adjust. I would like to watch the leaves turn from green to yellow, to sit in the quiet Autumn street and listen to the leaves whistle down the corridor of houses, I would like to feel Autumn on my skin before winter furrows its brow and keeps us inside for a season.
I had planned to write an optimistic post about my recent desire to grow playful and weirder with my wardrobe. I wanted to tell you to be brave and to wander through your world like a living painting, wearing the clothes that best represent who you are, but then the snow came and it made me feel like I should be hibernating. So, I'll leave you with a colourful outfit of mine, one that showcases the silly, rabbit loving, quirky girl I have come to be.
The Outfit
Dress – OASAP Hat – Savers in Maui, Hawaii Knee High Socks – Free People
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Dress – OASAP Hat – Savers in Maui, Hawaii Knee High Socks – Free People
The Location ✈ Ravine behind my house, Calgary Alberta Canada Blog Lovin • Twitter • Facebook • Instagram
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