Early Autumn

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Before the rains come, there is warm, early-autumn light. It's the best light. Oh, I love love love it.

On Sunday afternoon we wandered around up near the park near the woods. When we were tired we climbed a long hill and put the quilt under that big green canopy of leaves you see up there and were drowsy. So nice. Warm. Dappled light. The sound of leaves rustling. No talking. Just resting. Quiet. Then some dude came along and started playing the BAGPIPES. For an hour. It had to have been an hour. And when I say playing I mean practicing. Not even complete songs. Just parts. It was seriously deafening and sort of hilarious. He cleared out the park. We were too lazy to move. Portland.


Tanya Pedroni says: October 02, 2012 at 10:02 AM

I love the fabrics you have on your post........are they Liberty of London?

The bagpipes part made me laugh out loud. I'm still laughing.
Thank you, I needed that.

: )

Hi. I feel compelled to tell you a little bagpiping story of mine. Once, I was taking a long walk one afternoon. I had something I needed to work out and I needed to think so I set off on a back dirt road near my house in Vermont. It was fall. It was beautiful. Every now and then I would get an amazing view when the trees cleared and there was a field. It was gorgeous. That fall light, the changing leaves... and then I started thinking I was humming Scotland the Brave... just faintly... but with every step past the old apple orchard, the trees looked like old ladies dancing, the song was getting louder. And then it would start over. I should have walked the other way but I could not help walking toward the pipes. I didn't want to, I had never liked the bagpipes, but with every new start of Scotland the Brave I got closer and closer. Then, in the middle of nowhere, I turned a corner and there was the guy piping. In a kilt. And fancy Aran sweater. And I caught up to him because he was marching as if he was in a parade. Over and over again, Scotland the Brave, a few bars in... He stopped and talked to me for a minute and he was in fact practicing to be in a parade. The following spring.

Thanks for reminding me! Ha!

your kind of autumn is so divine, and we're having our own corner here... mhmmm...

Sounds like our family get together at the campground last week when some kid was practicing Mary Had a Little Lamb on his horn. REALLY? At the state park campground?! Luckily, it didn't last too long!

LOVELY fabric! What's in the making?

I have been following your blog for some time now.Thank you for those wonderful autumnal colours in your photos!AriadnefromGreece!

Love love love those beautiful fabrics!

October is the best! Sounds like a glorious afternoon - except for the bagpipes. Too funny. You can't make that #$%& up. ;)

I actually don't mind the bagpipes, in moderation. But I have to tell the joke, anyway:

Q: Why do bagpipers walk while they play?
A: To get away from the sound.

Nancy Confer says: October 02, 2012 at 11:01 AM

Don't you just love fabric. Sometimes I just go into a fabric store and stand there admiring it all. Sick, huh?

Thanks for sharing such wonderful autumn photos.


Have the Portlandia people done dudes playing bagpipes yet? It sounds perfect for their show.

You have the absolute best floral fabrics. I have a load from my grandma's stash, but yours take the cake.

Sounds heavenly, beautiful photographs
Karen x

Sounds like a wonderful day, even the bagpipes!

Thank you.
I was so absorbed in the gorgeous beauty, the practically tangible loveliness of your post, that I was nearly lost in even more wanderlust and longing for far places, a change of season... and then: the bagpipes saved me from a terrible case of envy and fruitless pining. Laughter, and beauty, a sweet combination.


Dear Alicia
I'm following quite a lot of blogs, but of all the photographs I'm looking at when I read them, yours are my favorite and so I'm always looking forward to new posts. They are so beautiful and the way you share the snippets of your life is so lovely.
Thank you.
Love, Lea

Bagpipes. Hilar.

please open a bed and breakfast. and have a giveaway for a free weekend. and draw my name. :)

Troy Louise says: October 02, 2012 at 11:39 AM

Beautiful pictures & I agree about that lovely autumn light. Although it is still too warm here, the mornings are dappled with golden light & crispy air. That bagpipe would have driven me nuts even on a beautiful day lying under a shady tree. You are to be commended for hanging in there!

now you see, this is why i read blogs...yours in particular...you just don't get info like that anywhere else...not to mention the beautiful photography.

I couldn't resist this one......
As a bagpiper, I play many gigs. Recently I was asked by a funeral director to play at a grave side service for a homeless man. he had no family or friends, so the service was to be at a paupers cemetery in the Kentucky back country. As I was not familiar with the back woods, I got lost; and being a typical man did not stop and ask for directions. I finally arrived an hour late and saw the funeral guy had evidently gone and the hearse was no where in sight. There were only the diggers and crew left and they were eating lunch. I felt badly and apologized for being late. I went to the side of the grave and looked down and saw that the vault lid was already in place. I didn't know what to do, so I started to play. The workers put down their lunches and began to gather around, I played out my heart and soul for this man with no family and friends. As I played "Amazing Grace"' the workers began to weep. They wept, I wept, we all wept together. When I finished I packed up my bagpipes and started for my car. As I opened the door to my car, I heard one of the workers say, " I never seen nothin' like this before and I've been putting in septic tanks for twenty years."

HA! Bagpipes... you make me laugh. :)

Kristy Lawrensen says: October 02, 2012 at 12:10 PM

I'm at work and I burst out laughing when I read about the bag pipes. Some people's kids!!

Liberty fabric and a warm, inviting home...simply beautiful. Thank you for bringing beauty into the day.

Bliss........just sheer bliss! Was the puppers with you? I did not see a picture of her with you under the tree!

xo Linda

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About Alicia Paulson


My name is Alicia Paulson
and I love to make things. I live with my husband and daughter in Portland, Oregon, and design sewing, embroidery, knitting, and crochet patterns. See more about me at aliciapaulson.com