Sunday, October 11, 2015

“What could be more exciting than an October day? It's your birthday, Fourth of July and Christmas all rolled into one.” ― Peggy Toney Horton

 Loving these Autumn skies
Our street is quite leafy these days ...
 ... and they all belong to our neighbors since our maples have all been cut down
 Walkers ~ Neil and me ~ around the block
 Fall Break ~ grandson Elijah amuses himself by throwing a baseball on the roof ~ and over the roof
 Elijah loves the gourds and picked this one out when we went pumpkin shopping ~ it weighs 9 and a half pounds
 Tradition ~ taking pictures of the grandpeeps with my scarecrow I rescue from the attic every Autumn ~ Shelby named him 'Jeff' when she was about six and would dance around the porch with him ~ they've outgrown him, it seems
 When it's fall, pumpkins are my weakness ~ I can never buy just one
Neil dug up our daffodil bulbs ~ they've multiplied since he first planted them ~ we should enjoy a bumper crop next spring


Pale amber sunlight falls across
The reddening October trees,
That hardly sway before a breeze
As soft as summer: summer's loss
Seems little, dear! on days like these.

Let misty autumn be our part!
The twilight of the year is sweet:
Where shadow and the darkness meet
Our love, a twilight of the heart
Eludes a little time's deceit.

Are we not better and at home
In dreamful Autumn, we who deem
No harvest joy is worth a dream?
A little while and night shall come,
A little while, then, let us dream.

Beyond the pearled horizons lie
Winter and night: awaiting these
We garner this poor hour of ease,
Until love turn from us and die
Beneath the drear November trees.” 
― Ernest DowsonThe Poems and Prose of Ernest Dowson

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