Scrumptious velvet pumpkins…

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© Joan Currie – Velvet pumpkins

And the prayer, which my mouth is too full to express,
Swells my heart that thy shadow may never be less,
That the days of thy lot may be lengthened below,
And the fame of thy worth like a pumpkin-vine grow,
And thy life be as sweet, and its last sunset sky
Golden-tinted and fair as thy own Pumpkin pie!
from The Pumpkin by John Greenleaf Whittier

I love to decorate for the harvest season!

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Decorating Tip

Thanks to YouTube videos (check out EAB Designs), I sewed some beautiful velvet pumpkins to add to my collection of bought ones. Inspired by the new Restoration Hardware catalog, I also dyed a beige vintage tablecloth given to me by my favorite aunt (who passed away several years ago) a light grey color for a more contemporary look. I think she would approve!

Leaving town blue..

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© Joan Currie – Blue bridge in Dublin, Ireland

Our last impression of her as she turned the corner was that smile, flung backward like a handful of flowers.  Wallace Stegner, Crossing to Safety

Trying to make every parting a beautiful memory…

© Joan Currie – Morning blues – I will miss the lattes and banana bread!

© Joan Currie – My favorite antique store…

Sucker punch…

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© Khrystynana Kazakova

She wasn’t exactly sure when it happened. Or even when it started. All she knew for sure was that right here and now, she was falling hard and she could only pray that he was feeling the same way.
from Safe Haven by Nicholas Sparks

Is the love that takes your breath away too painful to bear?

A poetic life…

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© Joan Currie

Clutter is the poetry of our homes. it is an intimate view that is not always perfect –
a few dishes in the sink, books piled next to the bed.
Everything in its place may give a certain satisfaction,
but a lived-in room exudes comfort and warmth.
by Mary Randolph Carter

I love being at home surrounded by the poetry of a well-lived and interesting life.

“be generous” card – Danielle LaPorte.

Memory overload…

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Lauren in Vancouver at ferry docks

Lauren DiMarco in Vancouver © Joan Currie

Her memory from old habit of the mind
Went slipping back upon the golden days
In which she saw him first,…
from The Idylls of the King – Guinevere by Tennyson

I remember first seeing him standing in the doorway of the dockside restaurant.

Sweetest rose…

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Rose in garden Joan Currie

© Joan Currie

When the rose is faded,
Memory may still dwell on
Her beauty shadowed, 
And the sweet smell gone.
from When the Rose is Faded by Walter de la Mare

Tears came to my eyes when I found a keepsake box containing a pink sweetheart rose from my first prom corsage. It is lovely still!