Hello!! My darlings, how I have missed you! It’s been a brutal couple of months, Chez Musette, with both my boyz dying, then the loss of the puppies, then my darling Chloe took ill and died very suddenly – yes, alas. We think it was a lymphoma masked by Lyme’s Disease – who knows? But she died in my arms, quietly, in comfort and safety. As you know I place much importance on fulfilling my covenant with these precious creatures so to be able to help ease her out of here is a great solace to me. I wore Amouage Gold, which gave me strength during her passing. And I lit the absolutely GORGEOUS new Amouage candle, Joy, with the heady scent of rose liqueur, amber and licorice! to help warm the void she left. The whole Midnight Flower collection is gorgeous but I think ‘Joy’ is my favorite. It’s glorious lit but wonderful as well, just sitting there, sending out wafts of fragrance from the heavily perfumed wax.
Chloe’s leaving brought the toll to 9 dogs in less than a year. I am beat. I am done. But there was a Presa in need, so we stepped up and are short-term fostering. She is HUGE but very good. She just wants to guard her place and her people and be loved. At 130lbs she has part one down pat. As a dog she has part two on lock. So we’re good to go. Our job is to make sure she’s adoption-ready and she’s pretty much there already. I do not want another dog right now so this will not be a ‘foster fail’ but! just knowing we are helping give her a chance to have a good life. I wore vintage No5 to pick her up. She’s a doll and she is going to be a GREAT dog for someone.
After the torrential rains of early Summer we ended up in near-drought conditions. The ground is iron-hard. I am recovering from a couple of stress fractures in my ankle that turned into a horrible bursitis. I used to look at late middle agers, with their hip, knee and foot gimps (“My joints are SUPPLE!”) and think ‘them’. And even though this is repairing, I now see that ‘them’ is now ‘me’. And I am dismayed. But Life is Uncertain and you either push on, in whatever way you can, or it will pull you under. I will push on, with yoga and massage and the occasional NSAID. But it sucks. I am out of my Manolos and in New Balance. And…well, that sort of sucks, too. And the iron-hard ground is uneven as hell, which means I have to walk with a staff, like Gandalf. And my hat ain’t nearly as cool. But I’m still walking and I’m still aboveground – so I’ll take it! I wear a lot of Magnolia Nobile whilst wielding that stupid staff (which is just a bamboo pole – but it keeps me vertical)
And we had our first hardish frost; I say ‘hardish’ because it’s not quite the blackening/killing frost but when you come out and all the morning glory leaves are shriveled up, you know it’s heading towards hard. My leetle greenhouse is a lifesaver- literally. The herbs and lemon trees are going to stay in there until near-killing temps, then they come in. It’s weird, pulling herbs and veg at the onset of a frost. You know the awe and wonder that comes from the first smell of bruised tomato leaf in Spring? It has the exact opposite effect in Autumn, prompting a melancholy that always catches me by surprise, even after 50 yrs of gardening. Lowering skies, the threat of the frost…and those last brave tomatoes and peppers, getting snatched, higgledy-piggledy, from their vines, as the sun wanes. I think it’s the knowledge that the smell is counterintuitive to the Season, like hot chocolate in late July.
And, oh! the poor little Sungold tomatoes, the ones who will not have a chance to ripen…..a bit heartbreaking. But in the midst of clearing a 6′ stand of Autumn Asters, LOOK WHAT I FOUND! It’s a Blue Pumpkin, the seeds of which I planted about 20′ away – I got vines but didn’t see anything, then Life intervened and I forgot about it. Imagine my surprise when I found this at the TOP of the 6′ fence! Delighted. Then I remembered the line “the frost is on the pumpkin, the hay is in the barn” and I got all melancholic again. Then I cut some zinnias, got over it and got a move on – it gets a bit nippy out there. These forays are best done in ‘warm-y’ scents, the ones that evoke coziness and comfort – the current iteration of Femme, in the Mighty Mouse bottle – that always makes me think of Autumn smoke and warm cinnamon rolls. Ambre Grisea – but you need a cableknit sweater for that one and the skies have to be a bit grey and windy. vintage L’Origan, but only if I’m wearing orange or pink. See? And you thought perfume-wearing was EASY~ A fabulous Autumn find: Juan M. Perez’s line, The Exotic Island Perfumer. His gorgeous tuberose perfume, Flor Azteca, is the perfect accompaniment to a warm, smoky Autumn afternoon, spent pulling weeds and plotting out where the lily bulbs will go. Donna Hathaway wrote a wonderful review of his line here. I was going to review his line myself but she did it first – and did it better than I ever could. So I will just add that I get a hint of vanilla in the tuberose, along with that intriguing marine note and an undercurrent of ginger, amping up the spicy warmth. It’s definitely a keeper! He has a little Etsy shop and is teeeeny-tiiiiny, so plan to wait for perfume, as availability permits. However, I can say without reservation that it will definitely be worth the wait.
Totally unrelated to Perfume, but you know you wanna – at least I wanna: I wanna show you my Autumn Present. Typical El O. I asked for a garden shed, big enough to store the lawn mower, my spades and some pots. I got this:
It is 12’Hx15’Lx12′ wide. With a loft! If he works my Very Last Nerve, I can move in there!
So! Whazzup with my beloved Posse? Tell me what’s up for Autumn? Are you doing the ‘nesting’ thing, clearing out closets, etc? I dunno why they call it Spring Cleaning – come Spring I am too busy planning my garden forays to worry about the house. I just open the windows and hope for the best. ’tis NOW that I get the house in order – and according to Patty and March I am not alone. What about you guys? Tell me what’s up with you! What are you wearing? Ana the Presa cannot hit Random – her digits are too big (she has paws like a young lioness). So I’ll have to do it – I’ll pull somebody and send you some Fun Stuff!
Last thing: who else was glued to ‘Fear the Walking Dead’? I found it much more terrifying than TWD and now Aer Lingus? I think I’ll just hunker down over here at Chez Musette.