Rebirth and Regrowth


 If the sight of the blue skies fills you with joy, if a blade of grass springing up in the fields has power to move you, if the simple things of nature have a message that you understand, rejoice, for your soul is alive.

~Eleonora Duse

How quickly spring turned into summer. How quickly summer is now turning into fall. The trees still look green, because you don’t ever think to look at the leaves closely enough—until one day, they’re not on the trees anymore, and you wonder, how did that happen?

I’m definitely an autumn person, even though I love chasing ocean waves and reading books under apple trees. I couldn't be happier for golden leaves and thunderstorms.

Picking blueberries, frantically flipping through mushroom handbooks, drying herbs and freezing strawberries (or just eating them all before you find the time...). Oh, and I can't forget putting an apple pie in the oven and sitting by the window in a cosy sweater, breathing in the sweet cinnamon scent emanating from the kitchen while lighting a candle to scribble by.

Today the sun shines and the air is full of that familiar freshly cut grass smell.

Before you know it, red leaves and blue skies turn into rainy days and frosty fields.

A song of rebirth and regrowth, an endless cycle that tells you: This is all that matters. This is all you want.

Rejoice, for your soul is alive.

Happy Birthday Sally-Boi!


Sal is the cutest little birthday boy! 

Saying I'm happy to have this tiny little guy in my life is a vast understatement. Sal is sort of a rescue rabbit in the sense that he would've probably never turned two years old if I didn't find him when I did, so this day is extra special. 

He's had a tough life so far with many homes where nobody ever gave him the love he deserves, but still he trusted me fully the day I brought him home, and just from looking at him and how he hops and runs around like each lap around the room is his last, it almost seems like he knows that he got a second chance at life and he wants to make the most of it.

He's found a best friend in Piny (see that dark floofy cloud in the pictures, who I'm still not completely convinced is even a rabbit because she wags her tail like a puppy and honks like a goose... ), and they always nap together, eat together, and huddle together to create masterplans of grand destruction to obliterate every shoe that ever dares cross their path... Shoes are the ultimate evil (or so I've recently come to learn), and luckily I've got Sal & Piny to protect me from their sinister shoelaces and demonic soles.

Life is truly never boring with this mischievous pair of weirdos.

Happy Birthday, Little Prince Sal!