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Autumn In New York

As the song goes, “Autumn in New York, why does it seem so inviting?” As we bid adieu to our beloved Hawthorne until we arrive back on Christmas Day, this stay was relaxing and revivifying all at the same time. The carpet of leaves surrounding the house got thicker & thicker each day. It was about resting up for the busy shopkeeper season that is upon us. But we also squeezed in a good amount of entertaining both family and friends. The days were cool and the leaves changed colors a bit each day. It was all we had hoped it would be and then some. Thanks always for following along.



 

 

An Autumn Afternoon at Hamilton

We took a field trip the other day and made the drive over to Clinton, New York, about two and a half hours from Hawthorne. Mister Sive went to Hamilton College and had not been back since we met. It has always been on our list as I so wanted to see the campus. Wow, meticulous beauty and history at every turn. Alexander Hamilton was a trustee of the school which was later named after him. It was a stunning upstate Autumn day filled with lots of memories.



 

 

Blue Love

Blue is a hue I find myself reaching for time and again. It was not really a color we used lots of at home or in the shops much in the past, but that has changed quite a bit. We now have lots of goods set about in vignettes at the stores and we use it more and more out on the island. Below are some images with blue taking top billing.



 

 

Won’t You Be My Neighbor?

We watched Won’t You Be My Neighbor? last night on pay per view. I can’t tell you how touched we both were by this film. Wow, just wow. I had heard from so many people over the last few months how much they enjoyed it, but it really was next level–I had tears through most of it. Growing up I had certainly seen bits & pieces of his show, Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood. It resonated with me then, but this documentary digs deep into the real meaning of his message. Love. Love yourself and love others. Given the political climate and the great divide, this film could not have come at a more perfect time. I think it might be a final gift to all of us from Fred Rogers. It is a message I believe with my entire being. It seems so simple and so basic. Love your neighbor.



 

 

And Then Rest

After a whirlwind city trip buying at the show where visual stimuli is at every turn, we are back up at Hawthorne. I find I need a few days of rest after such intense days of creativity. It is as much for my mind as it is my body. I feel like I need to have quiet to absorb all the beauty/minute details/inspiration that has been taken in. The country is just the place to do it.



 

 

Ted’s Tip No. 156

Take a moment, or more, each day to reflect, give thanks, meditate, say a prayer, think, ponder–whichever you chose. Time will slow, savor it.



 

 

Ted’s Tip No. 155

Beauty abounds and can often be found in unexpected places. The grandness of old architectural elements just needs to be noticed to be appreciated. Think of all the history those buildings have lived through. Looking up, looking down, looking all around.



 

 

Enveloped in Green

After a many hour delay spent hanging out in the Milwaukee Airport we had a smooth flight to New York and a rainy ride up to Hawthorne arriving late last night. The greens of the house enveloping us with a big hug. Lots of fun stuff on the docket this stay. The above image of parsley from the Hawthorne Valley Farm. Seemed pretty fitting & perfect in every way. Oh, and the lilacs are looking pretty darn swell! Sending love from the Hudson Valley, T2+B



 

 

The Golden Hour

That bit of time when the sun stops shining and it still is not dark. When things become a little golden. Golden in both color as well as the spirit of the moment. The minutes move a tad slower during that time. When it happens in conjunction with guests arriving, it seems to signal a magical eve awaits.



 

 

Ted’s Tip No. 146

A house (which to me means your dwelling, be it a dorm room to a palazzo) filled with the things you love, will always equal a home.