gratitude

I am thankful for misty mornings, leaves of red and gold, reflections in the water, shorter days, holding hands, books and blankets in front of the fire, the love and laughter of family...

Wishing you all a very happy Thanksgiving!

celebration

celebrating light and leaves this autumn... more to come. :)

leaves and light

Just a little bit of everyday magic -- leaves and light -- in my backyard. Have you discovered any magic today? ;)

snow in october

October 29th, 4-5 inches, four days without power. But is was beautiful all the same. :)

dans les siecles, des siecles

Surely if there is some reward for days on end of nothing but rain, it is this. :)

winter

Autumn turns to winter. Lives turn inward. Winter is the season of the mind.

patterns

Sometimes a rainy autumn day is prettier than a bright one... don't you love the patterns of the raindrops on the water?

memento mori

For all the glorious colors of autumn, in the end there is this. Bittersweet, yes. An allegory of our own lives, certainly. Memento mori.

Leaf Litter

We had some wind over the past few days, and the Norway Maple in our back yard lost all it's leaves, leaving the deck ankle-deep in gold. It's also been very rainy. Sunday afternoon the sun finally decided to come out a little. We bundled up and sat on the deck, surrounded by leaf litter four inches deep. And that wonderful, leafy autumn smell. :)

Have a happy week, dear bloggers!

crisp

Lots of rain yesterday, but the hostas sure enjoyed it.  At this rate, the grass will be up to our knees before it's dry enough to mow.  :)

I'll be hosting a Mosaic Monday party over at my other blog Little Red House.  Come visit today to get all the details.  The more, the merrier!  :)

Grace, given

"God, why do I storm heaven for answers that are already in my heart?  Every grace I need has already been given me."

                                                                                                  Macrina Wiederkehr

Change

"Nothing endures but change."

                                                                                Heraclitus

Fallen

"If you have made mistakes, even serious ones, there is always another chance for you.  What we call failure is not the falling down, but the staying down."

                                                                                                                Mary Pickford

Stand Out

"To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best day and night to make you everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight, and never stop fighting."

                                                                                            e.e. cummings

Listen

"Listen...

With faint dry sound,

Like steps of passing ghosts,

The leaves, frost-crisp'd, break free from the trees

And fall."

                                                      Adelaide Crapsey

Show Your Colors

I'm not sure whether the autumn colors are better this year, or maybe I am just noticing them more when I have a camera in my hand...  But whatever the reason, I am loving fall this year!  Happy weekend, dear bloggers.  :)

Sweetness and Light

"Let your life dance lightly on the edges of Time like dew on the tip of a leaf."

                                                                                             Rabindranath Tagore

Gardens in the Skies

"The leaves are falling, falling as from way off,

as though far gardens withered in the skies;

they are falling with denying gestures.

And in the nights the heavy earth is falling

from all the stars down into loneliness.

We are all falling.  This hand falls.

And look at others: it is in them all.

And yet there is one who holds this falling

endlessly gently in his hands."

                                             Ralph Waldo Emerson

                                                                         

The Soft Snow

"I walked abroad in a snowy day;

I asked the soft snow with me to play;

She played and she melted in all her prime,

And the winter called it a dreadful crime."

                                                                              William Blake

Gathered

Do you pick things up when you take a walk?  I'm always gathering flowers, or nuts, or leaves.  Sometimes I feel like a child, with grubby hands full of treasure.  These leaves were a little too cold to carry, though, edged as they were with frost.