Sometimes even to live is an act of courage. ~Lucius Annaeus Seneca, Roman Stoic philosopher, statesman, and dramatist
Buffeted by winds,
Rain, sleet, snow, and loneliness.
Tenacious last leaf.
Like dew drops
Dotting my bush
And letting me know
The spiders were busy
During the night as I slept
Creating works that would rival
Some pieces that are in museums.
Silken treasures that speak softly of Fall.
Note: This poetic form is an Etheree, a 10-line poem that starts with one syllable and adds a syllable in each succeeding line until there’s a total of 55 syllables. It can go from one to ten or in reverse from ten down to one, or can even double up and down both ways. I had to challenge myself to write one since my friend Linda writes some beauties!
P.S. My son Domer will be home next week, so I’ll be playing hooky from the blog. I’ll try to catch up with all of you when I return. Don’t start October without me!
The soul would have no rainbow had the eyes no tears. ~John Vance Cheney, American poet and librarian
The Kid (AKA Domer) came home on Saturday, and I nearly jumped out of my skin with excitement!
To speak gratitude is courteous and pleasant, to enact gratitude is generous and noble, but to live gratitude is to touch Heaven. ~Johannes A. Gaertner
Kid home to visit.
Mama can’t keep up with blogging.
Forgive her, won’t you?
Note: Happy Thanksgiving to one and all! I’ll be away from Blogland for a few days while I celebrate. Catch up with you all soon.
Of all the seasons, autumn offers the most to man and requires the least of him. ~Hal Borland, American author and journalist
This past weekend was spectacular, just perfect for a long walk outdoors. Come with me, and I’ll show you some of the gorgeous Fall colors in Central Illinois!
We’ll start with a glorious maple in a red dress:
I’ve talked with people who don’t like Fall.
Nature dies off, they reason. And Fall portends the coming of winter and cold weather.
True. The leaves of our cherry tree are starting to turn:
And so are the Dogwood’s:
Fall is coming to a close in my area — or maybe it just feels like that.
Leaves have mostly turned; many have already dropped off. The days are shorter, the daylight surely is. Flowers are slipping into dormancy, my Sheltie’s winter coat is thickening, and there’s a crispness in the air. Homes are adorned with pumpkins and Halloween decor’.
As I write this, a steady rain is pattering upon our patio outside. The sky is gray and bleak.
But sunlight and beauty linger in my camera from last week, so I decided to post the pictures before the snowballs start flying. Hope you enjoy them!
Weather forecasters are predicting another long, harsh winter for folks in my area. I think it has something to do with La Nina. Whatever, I’m not looking forward to ice. Cold I can take; snow, too, in dribs and drabs. But ice? Not my favorite.
How about you? What part of winter do you dislike most of all?