Day Three Hundred Thirty Three 2012

"Yea, I have looked, and seen November there;
The changeless seal of change it seemed to be,
Fair death of things that, living once, were fair;
Bright sign of loneliness too great for me,
Strange image of the dread eternity,
In whose void patience how can these have part,
These outstretched feverish hands, this restless heart?"
~William Morris,  November

Day Three Hundred Fifteen 2012

It’s that time of year. Can’t put it off any longer. Well, we could, but it just makes the job bigger and more time consuming.

Neil and I spent the whole afternoon doing this. Nice day for it, too. So much easier to rake when the leaves are dry and crisp.

And although most of our trees are bare….

….the neighborhood is filled with these huge yellow Maples—like the one next door—which are the last to turn and drop their leaves. I hope they stay put for a while longer. So pretty!

Almost gone.

FYI: we experienced an earthquake late this morning. What a strange feeling when the house is shaking under my feet and over my head. It lasted at my house for maybe ten seconds with a small aftershock. Apparently the 4.3 quake originated in southeastern Kentucky and was felt in at least 8 states. Or so I’ve heard. No damage here. What a wild ride! But nothing I’d care to repeat.
Happy Saturday to you and yours!

Day Three Hundred One 2012

"Winter is cold-hearted.
Spring is yea and nay,
Autumn is a weather-cock,
Blown every way.
Summer days for me.
When every leaf is on its tree."
- Christina Rossetti

Day One Hundred Ninety Three 2012

A Little Middle-of-the-Week Randomness






God cannot give us a happiness and peace apart from Himself, because it is not there. There is no such thing.
~C.S. Lewis

Day Forty Seven 2012

 I love those who can smile in trouble,

who can gather strength from

distress, and grow brave by

reflection. 'Tis the business of little

minds to shrink, but they whose heart

is firm, and whose conscience

approves their conduct, will pursue

their principles unto death.

~Leonardo da Vinci

Day Two Hundred Fifty One 2010

The Summer Days Are Fading

"The summer days are fading, as they must

From endless hours to short and fleeting light

The bird's once bright, immortal tune, now cries

A melancholy aura to the dusk

The children fiercely climb, and dream, and race

Before their wild and unchained days depart

And yet beneath the zeal lies a half heart

For there isn't time, there's only enough space

The sun seems low, a hazy orange sphere

Now reminiscing sweetly of the days

When endlessly before you summer lay

And as in the deep, crimson dusk you stir

Your soul joins with the birds in wistful brood

Crying for lost summer days, for childhood."

~~ Shannon Georgia Schaubroeck, The End of Summer

Day Three Hundred Eight

Eddie Kitty has surveyed the yard and declares:

It's time to rake the leaves!