Day Three Hundred Twelve 2013

Random Pics Of Autumn Beauty And Blessings From The Week That Was ~ HAPPY TGIF!













Is not this a true autumn day? Just the still melancholy that I love — that makes life and nature harmonize. The birds are consulting about their migrations, the trees are putting on the hectic or the pallid hues of decay, and begin to strew the ground, that one's very footsteps may not disturb the repose of earth and air, while they give us a scent that is a perfect anodyne to the restless spirit. Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.    
~George Eliot, letter to Miss Lewis, 1st October 1841

Day Sixteen

Wood Pile Blues

Little by little, hubby Neil is starting to make a dent in our pile of wood for the wood stove. The wood cutters dumped six ricks of wood in our yard sometime before Christmas. Trouble is--the wood shed is on the other side of the yard. The wood cutter guys' truck was too high to drive it under this big, low hanging Mulberry tree limb. So Neil loads up his wheelbarrow, carts the wood over to the wood shed, stacks it, then starts all over again. He just might have it done by Spring.