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Friday, October 15, 2010
October Gave a Party
“October gave a party,
The leaves by hundreds came
The Chestnuts, Oaks, and Maples,
And leaves of every name.
The Sunshine spread a carpet,
And everything was grand.
Miss Weather led the dancing,
Professor Wind the band.”
George Cooper
Isn’t fall grand! Sweatshirts . . . evening fires . . . falling leaves . . . wind blowing.
Recently I wrote to a lady in Florida who is living there because of her illness. Suzanne and her husband were in Brazil for many years teaching at a school for children of missionaries. Her health brought them home, and they spent several years in New Hampshire. Now they’ve been in Florida for many years. I asked her: “Do you miss the seasons?”
I can’t imagine living where there is only warm weather. Missing the beauty of snow, the glory of spring, the rest of summer, and the color of fall is something I don’t want to ever miss! For all the hardships each season may bring, their own special beauty outweighs it all.
The two pictures above were taken at one of my favorite ponds, each on a different morning, a different side of the pond. I waited 20 minutes one morning for the geese to fly, but they didn't. I still got a nice shot though. The second morning they flew! I’ve never gotten a good picture of geese flying; this is the best so far!
The two pictures below are of lightposts I pass on my drive to and from work. They both happened to be lite and it provided a special scene!
Below, I even found a fall calf nursing vigorously as I snapped!
"Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.” Albert Camus
Yes, fall is a gorgeous season!
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ReplyDeleteIt is so beautiful! Thanks for posting!