October O hushed October morning mild, Thy leaves have ripened to the fall; Tomorrow’s wind, if it be wild, Should waste them all. The crows above the forest call; Tomorrow they may form and go. O hushed October morning mild, Begin the hours of this day slow. Make the day seem to us less brief.… Continue reading October, beguile us in the way you know
We're camera shy, he and I. Just another among a thousand things we have in common. Sometimes I forget all the things on that long list. There are days when it feels like we have little in common, because we know each other too well and the big things get obscured by the squally details… Continue reading 52 Photos ~ Someone I love
It's been a busy few weeks, it has, and my head is spinning. I start to do something and then... oooh! is that a shiny thing? Sentences are going unfinished, and.... I forget. What was I talking about? Maybe, instead of trying to write something coherent, I'll just share a few fun things with you.… Continue reading Friday Five ~ Easily distracted
http://youtu.be/W3FZkHUjCVg ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ These photos and post are in response to this week's theme for the 52 Photos Project. You should participate, too! Read about how it works here. You can see a gallery of everyone's photos for this week's theme here. To see a list of all my blog posts for this project, go here.
(Cider apples, from left to right: Wixon, unknown, Chisel Jersey, Medaille D'Or, Bramtot, Kingston Black, Golden Russet, Bilodeau, Foxwhelp) Regular readers will notice that this is my second apple picture in a row for the 52 Photos Project. Well, yes. Because it's apple season. And when it's the season, you must wallow in it. For… Continue reading 52 Photos ~ Starts with a “C”
The Song of Wandering Aengus I went out to the hazel wood, Because a fire was in my head, And cut and peeled a hazel wand, And hooked a berry to a thread; And when white moths were on the wing, And moth-like stars were flickering out, I dropped the berry in a stream And… Continue reading 52 Photos ~ Gold
A few Octobers ago, we went to Scotland, and I think that trip changed H's life forever. Before that trip, she had no particular affinity for the country, aside from knowing it was where J. K. Rowling lives and wrote the books that H adored, devoured, memorized, and essentially dwelt in for several years of… Continue reading A wee bowl of Scotland