Wednesday, 26 September 2012

An autumn song . . .


Sweet daisies of Michaelmas. . . golden heads in dainty white dresses, bob their heads in the chill of an early autumn breeze . . . that nip in the air which tells you summer's well on the wane . . .


Giant headed sunflowers towering above all else in the garden . . . like giant golden sentinels in the mists of early morning and dew filled autumn nights.  This is the season of golds . . .

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Hills tinted mauve with blooms of  heather . . . walls covered with the reds of creeping vines . . . the quieting down . . . the  going to rest,  of summer's delight.


Tis the season of fruitfulness . . . golden September . . . the prelude to Autumn . . .  the opening dance to a wonderful ball, filled with color . . . the woods clothed in their ball gowns of gold and amber glory, fulfilling the promise of lovelier days . . .

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Ladder ridden orchards vie for our attention with stubble covered fields . . . raped by the farmers plough as he gather's in his harvest.  We soon forget the song of Summer's bright splendor . . . a new melody takes it's place borne swiftly through the air and carried aloft upon the  beating wings of bleating birds flying south to warmer climes, new views and vistas . . .


Leaving us behind . . . there is no time for regret, or to repine . . . summer turns her back on us, this gentle way the season turns . . . as we begin a dance upon the melody of this golden autumn song . . .

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Can you tell that I love the autumn?  It has ever been so.  I love all of it's colour, it's tastes, it's textures . . . the sights the smells.  We have had much rain here, so it's been quite difficult to get out and about to enjoy it's splendor, but we do what we can.


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We had a lovely afternoon yesterday with my friend Jan and her husband.  It was so very lovely to finally meet in person after all these years.  I am looking forward to the Thanksgiving meeting again of our Canadian souls . . . it will be nice to share this holiday with someone who truly understands the depth and heart of it's meaning. We arrived about 15 minutes early, and so we sat in the car listening to the rain pelt down as we watched a tiny Jenny Wren hop amongst the branches and brush.  I had never seen one up so close before.  It was so sweet.

We are into our final planning today of our trip to London.  We'll make up an itinerary for all that we plan to do, today and we are dropping Mitzie off at her holiday home.  I almost said Jess there . . . I still miss her so.  Oh Mitzie is a dear little love and we just adore here, but my heart still twinges over the loss of our Jess.



In any case, today it's packing and final preparations for our trip.  It will be so nice to see London and Jo and Colin.  I will take lots of snaps to share.  Not sure if our hotel has WiFi or not, and if it does, how much it will cost, so I may be largely absent for a number of days, but never fear . . . I'll share it all upon my return!  The weekend promises to be dry so that is a good thing!!

A happy thought to carry with you through the day:

The power of finding beauty in the humblest things makes home happy and life lovely.
~Louisa May Alcott



These just may be the most delicious blueberry muffins you will ever chance upon.   Baking today in The English Kitchen . . . Glazed Blueberry Muffins!


 

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