"Sing a song of seasons!
Something bright in all!
Flowers in the summer,
Fires in the fall!"
~ Robert Louis Stevenson
Looking out our sunny kitchen window at the crisp, gorgeous autumn day, it is hard to stay inside and do what needs doing. I will at least allow myself lunch in the garden and perhaps sit on the swing with my sweetheart this evening. I hope all of you can find a moment to enjoy this glorious fall day, also! It slips away before our eyes...
Wednesday, September 24, 2014
Monday, September 22, 2014
Mellow and Melancholy
"The windflower and the violet,
They perished long ago,
And briar Rose and the orchis died
Amid the summer glow;
But on the hill the goldenrod
And the aster in the wood,
And the yellow sunflower by the brook,
In autumn beauty stood."
~ William Cullen Bryant
Autumn brings me the urge to bring order to my home again in preparation for the months ahead spent indoors. But my heart is still out in my gardens, where I long to tidy up and make sure they are tucked snugly in for their long winter nap. And I don't want to bid them sweet dreams yet. I want to stay up with them and savor every last moment of sunshine. A bittersweet time of year.
They perished long ago,
And briar Rose and the orchis died
Amid the summer glow;
But on the hill the goldenrod
And the aster in the wood,
And the yellow sunflower by the brook,
In autumn beauty stood."
~ William Cullen Bryant
Autumn brings me the urge to bring order to my home again in preparation for the months ahead spent indoors. But my heart is still out in my gardens, where I long to tidy up and make sure they are tucked snugly in for their long winter nap. And I don't want to bid them sweet dreams yet. I want to stay up with them and savor every last moment of sunshine. A bittersweet time of year.
Friday, September 19, 2014
The Sun Also Rises
"By all these lovely tokens
September days are here,
With summer's best of weather,
And autumn's best of cheer."
Helen Hunt Jackson
September days are here,
With summer's best of weather,
And autumn's best of cheer."
Helen Hunt Jackson
Friday, September 5, 2014
Morning Dew
The Rose is fairest when 'tis budding new,
And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears.
The Rose is sweetest washed with morning dew,
And love is loveliest when embalmed in tears.
~ Sir Walter Scott
And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears.
The Rose is sweetest washed with morning dew,
And love is loveliest when embalmed in tears.
~ Sir Walter Scott
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