31 Days of Transitioning to Autumn: day 6 { THE GREAT BIG FALL LIST}

Feeling rather uninspired I look beyond myself today for inspiration. There are no words in me to be shared. Nothing grand. But around me I see that fall has truly arrived. In it I look for ideas to fill both my blog and my life. Not that my life isn’t sufficiently filled by those everyday demands on our time, but I mean something a little different. I mean sparks of blissful contentment in the face of the everyday and the problems. I mean that beautiful golden maple out back when you’re feeling low. I mean that soft bloodhound puppy when you don’t want to leave home. I mean the perfect cup of chai tea when your throat is sore and you’re trying to check off your to-do list. The little things. Those little things that make this season special and unique and different from the others.

The Great Big Fall List project via. ThisGreenEyedGirl

So here’s my fall challenge for the day: THE GREAT BIG FALL LIST.

1. Make a list of your favorite things about fall. Maybe 8-10.

2. Now add to it a bucket list of fall activities to do.

3. Illustrate your list by hand. Maybe scrapbooking, drawing, or painting.

4. Post this list where it can be seen and start doing it!!!


Take photos of the things you said you appreciate. Journal a few sentences about

them. If it’s leaves, start a leaf collection. Delve deeper into the appreciation of the

season. Do it with your friends, your family, your kids, your blog readers. I will be

sharing my own list soon!!!

For some bucket list inspiration go here!!

For some illustration inspiration go here!!


31 Days of Transistioning to Autumn: day four {Work to Warmth}

  “Draw me ever on life’s journey – Rendered thus to understand- As a songbird that has fallen – Only to regain the sky – From this frozen shadow valley – Lay my sweary head.

Love is from no distance calling – faithful as the rising sun – warms the bitter heart and heartache – Til the east of Eden’s gone – Clouds of fear and misconception – wax and wane as if the moon – so is in a sense forgotten – Til the will of God be known “

I walked out onto the porch of the log cabin, a friend’s baby on my hip, and looked out over the land. Lush. Ready to be tended. The sun was setting low. Pink sky. A day’s work done. Trying to dry home in for the coming winter. Each of us coming inside, chinking on our hands, to fix a cup of coffee. I rub chickweed salve on my palms, blistering from the lime in the mortar. Ladies cooking over the open fire in the yard. Slowly, we all gather round in the kitchen to bless the food. Quiet prayer. Food fixed, so satisfying at the end of the day, we sit down together. On the steps, in chairs pulled out to the porch, and in the handmade hammock swinging gently. We share stories. Sip coffee. It has the marks of an autumn eve, soft breeze, hot coffee, cinnamon cookies.

And through it all I think to myself  ‘This is a life. A life to build on.’

Life isn’t bliss. It isn’t easy. It isn’t love at first sight or fairytales. Not for most of us.

It’s work. Sometimes, hard work. To build a life takes work.

Work via. thisgreeneyedgirl A 31 Days post on the transition from work to love.

It is from work that warmth of heart comes. Satisfaction at a job well done. Bonds made side by side. Staying on next to someone when things grow tough. Remaining at their side when life throws hard times. It’s sweat. It’s toil. It’s quiet mountain evenings on the porch at the end of the day. Gentle strength.

It begins in work and transitions to love…

Love begins and transitions into needful work…..

Never one with out the other, stagnant. They are forever joined hand in hand.

Gracefully transitioning in and out of one another intertwined as the bramble and the rose. But it brings me peace. It’s those who never know work, toil, accomplishment that never know true gain. Never know that warmth of heart at the end of the day.


31 Days of Transistioning to Autumn: day 3 {Mr. Fox}

So, I pretty much felt that this fall would have no credence to it without a fox sweater. I’ve been wanting one sooo long. I think I wrote about my obsession a while back right here when I found a great handmade one on Etsy.

Well, I finally wised up and just made one.

I still have a few finishing touches to put on but I thought I’d go ahead and share with y’all. Is there anything more ‘Autumn’ than a good sweater? I love sweaters.

Fox Sweater and Cords

Fox Sweater

Fox Sweater outfit via. ThisGreenEyedGirl

Fox Sweater and Cords with Vinyl

Record and Mocs via. ThisGreenEyedGirl

Sweaters via. thisgreeneyedgirl

You can find a DIY Fox Sweater tutorial here.



31 Days of Transitioning to Autumn: Day 2 (#PSL LOVE)

No doubt, the first transition to happen in Fall is the sudden #PSL love affair. Desserts are now pumpkin laden, drinks are now spiced, and most of all we’ve all fallen head over heels in love with the pumpkin spice latte by October.

Pumpkin Spice Latte via. ThisGreenEyedGirl #psl

It calls to us. Every morning we wake and we imagine the cinnamon goodness and simply can’t fathom going back to our old love, the plain-Jane cup of joe.

I was blissfully unaware of my pre-disposition to #psl addiction until one, otherwise innocent, day in late September when I happened into a Tennessee Starbucks. I thought to myself ‘I should try something new’ So, I immediately asked for a Caramel Macchiato. Which happens to be the very thing I order whenever I feel like ordering something different and spontaneous. That’s when it hit me… the irony of ordering the SAME coffee every time I want something SPONTANIOUS. I’m not really branching out at all. I was mortified. And with that I ventured out on a limb, or some kind of sugary high, and called to the barista in a mad passion ‘GIVE ME A PUMPKIN SPICE LATTE’  *feels very proud of self*

Then… as I took that first sip….

That’s when it happened.

I. became. an. addict.

#PSL #PSL #PSL #PSL #PSL keep it coming, please. More #PSL #PSL

Pumpkin Spice Latte from ThisGreenEyedGirl

Pumpkin Spice Latte via. ThisGreenEyedGirl..Sadly, I can’t live at Starbucks. In fact, I can’t live in any coffee house. There are no

squatter’s rights, btw, just because you tell them you need to be hooked to a #PSL

life support tube piping caffeine and pumpkin into your blood in order to stay alive.

Nope. They’re heartless. They still wont let you live there.

Thus… it was necessity. I had to learn to make my own lattes.

Pumpkin Spice Latte via. ThisGreenEyedGirl

Here’s what I did to make my own:

1.) Brew a strong pot of coffee.

2.) In a blender mix (for a few seconds, until well homogenized.)

2 large spoonful’s mashed pumpkin.

2 T. Fall Flavored creamer.

2 T. Milk

1 T. Honey 

1/2 tsp. Cinnamon

1/2 tsp. Nutmeg. 

Add one mug full of coffee and pulse several times.

Pour into a small saucepan. Heat thoroughly and allow to simmer until a little foamy on top.

Fill cup and adjust sweetening to taste.

Top with whipped cream and cinnamon.

Enjoy with warm socks and a good book!

Some other great pumpkin recipes to see can be found here and here and here.


31 Days of Transitioning to Autumn: day 1 (The Tenderness of Change)

31 Days of Transitioning to Autumn

When you’re from Florida fall really means nothing more than scouting for a good price on turkey for Thanksgiving and wearing fall colored shorts instead of summer colored shorts.

I was ten years old when we moved to Tennessee (our favorite vacation spot) and it totally changed my perception of fall. Transition came about, too, from girlhood to something else. Womanhood, maybe?? Hmmm….

31 Days of Transitioning to Autumn (thisgreeneyedgirl)

Fall: leaves turning golden brown, burnt orange, mustard yellow, beet red, and all shades in between. Oak and Maple leaves fluttering down all around you like summer’s snowflakes. Hearing them make that crackling sound as the wind rustles them in the late afternoon.

Fall: magical time when your heart warms with expectation and all your food takes on pumpkin and cinnamon flavors…. whether it is logical or not. Pies and autumn dances and hayrides and bonfires.

Fall: friends sharing stories over cups of coffee while adorned in denim jackets and scarfs.

Fall: that gentle touch in the air that says ‘Don’t worry… each day is a new day.’ and that’s when you know it’s coming. There are still hot days. There is still warm summer sun at noon, for which you’re glad, it’s not quite time yet. But there is the “touch” in the air. That northern wind through the trees.

ThisGreenEyedGirl {Octobers}

And to me, I guess fall represents something else. The way the trees live. The way seasons of life come and go. First they are graced in the spring with new leaves, bright and green. They drink up the air. They live and thrive. Then through summer they’re at their fullest. But as the hot summer months linger they begin to feel a little burnt. They seem to ache. October creeps in and they slowly begin to fall away. Each leaf shed from it’s owner until Pines and Sycamores alike, have been undone. Until they are all equal. Until they stand side by side stripped of ego and beauty. As if silently acknowledging ‘This is me. All I am. It is time to rest. To strip away the old. To take time. To rebuild. To renew.’  And there is beauty in that also. That is the truest transition in the fall. There is allegory.. metaphor in the change of the leaves, to me.

ThisGreenEyedGirl {31 Days of transitioning to Autumn}

Here we remain, for a brief time, caught up in the moment. In the transition. In the death of old and wind of change. Of new. We remain here, caught up in the transition. Perhaps the hardest place to be. The most barren. The tenderness of change. The acknowledgement of loss, of humility, of inability to be more than what we are… lovely in our weakness. There inlays  the gift of change, that split-second before it happens when you shed your pride, side by side, perhaps, with another, and open yourself up to the scary newness of the next season of life.

ThisGreenEyedGirl {31 Days of transitioning to autumn, fall quote}


I’ve dwelt on ‘change’ a lot the past year. I’ve thought about how must gusto I had when I was very young. Anything new was enticing. Then, in recent years, I’ve found change more and more difficult. I had an epiphany one day as I considered just what it was that bothered me about change. It’s not the change itself it is the transition.  And that, I suppose, is why I decided to make my series: 31 Days of TRANSITIONING to Autumn. Because Autumn is symbolic, as I mentioned, of transition to me. I love Autumn. Could I learn to love change?

So, join me this October as I post every. single. day on the many small, seemingly insignificant, changes and transitions taking place. Whether it be in nature, clothing, food, home, or heart.

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