Happy Thanksgiving! Enjoy these last weeks of fall! The pictures below are from my Sunday walks in Central Park, enjoy!
Crescendos toward December sound, like wind
a-whooshing through the fall toward winter’s blast.
All elm tree foliage has come unpinned
and ground is covered in those crisps that last
until the earth’s adorned in gowns of white.
We march to our Thanksgiving, make big plans,
then Christmas shows its colors day and night.
We gather families and our friends, our clans
to celebrate. But what of days between?
What ordinary Tuesday strikes a chord
of music, makes us polish to a sheen
our house? We are the lady and the lord
of this, our manor, and we do not wait
for special times. Each one is special, yes,
and so we dust it off and note the date.
A tree, lake, note, a word means more, not less
as time plods on. Or does time race? I hold
the precious close without apology,
for I can feel it. I am getting old.
Please keep the lights bright on my life’s marquee.
She blows the leaves into artistic heaps,
allowing not a crisp of brown to fall
upon her drive. When will the city haul
these leaf piles well away? No young child leaps
into her mounds of crackled yellow leaves.
I wonder at her need to keep so free
of Nature’s wind that blows them. I can see
the coming challenge: winter snow that cleaves.
Spilled tears, never coming back-
Forget them, they will only hurt.
They are gone, rolling down your cheeks-
some of them evaporating in the process,
others falling down somewhere to oblivion
becoming the past.
Forget them, they will only hurt.
The woods today smelt like rich earth
Mushrooms and acorns everywhere
Fuzzy caterpillars were seen as well
Tracks left by deer
Scat left from who knows what
There were leaves on the ground
So many still have yet to fall
See fall is really taking hold
The nights colder the sun more precious
Animals looking for shelter
Food as well
So glad I have a home and a warm blanket
A place to lay my head safe from the cold
I just wish everyone else did
Some excerpts from Robert Frost's "After Apple-Picking" now when there are so many apples to be picked...
My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree
Toward heaven still,
And there's a barrel that I didn't fill
Beside it, and there may be two or three
Apples I didn't pick upon some bough.
But I am done with apple-picking now....
A beautiful Fall day, walking in a pioneer cemetery yielded some pleasant discoveries for SwittersB
Let me take you along my favorite stretch of roadway and you will see NH all decked out in her finest!
One section is 32 miles with NO GAS. It's OK, I promise not to run out.
Look at those COLORS just up ahead.
I want to show you something that makes NH special
We are spoiled by so many of these bridges, throughout our state.
O, how the muscles scream, the swelling starts,
and morning’s fall is showing off its face.
I hit the floor without an ounce of grace.
At least for now I need some brand-new parts.
I fell a little while ago. As I’ve written before, I give my brother piano lessons by Skype, and sometimes I carry my laptop out to the living room to the piano so he can see my hands as I demonstrate something on the keyboard.
I was carrying the computer from the living room back to the room where I usually use it, and missed the one step up, landing flat on the tile floor, hitting a table next to the front door. All my little Willow Tree angels fell over. The computer fell to the floor too, but it seems to be all right.
Me? I’m very sore, and I’m sure will be even more sore tomorrow. But I doubt that anything is broken, or I’d be in more pain than this. Everything hurts on the right side from my shoulder on down to ankle and everything in between.
At least I didn’t re-break my right leg. I would be so upset had that happened. For now I just have to deal with some pain. So I might be most comfortable in the recliner…and I can use that time to do some writing.
I’m editing this to dedicate it especially to Caroline Rhein. Caroline is the former sister in law of my brother Steve’s wife Jean. She was just critically injured in a motorcycle accident, in which her companion was killed, and is recovering in the hospital. It’s my understanding that she still doesn’t know about her companion’s death. They had been out celebrating her birthday. I met her 10 years ago, in April of 2002, when I was visiting Steve and Jean in Colorado. We seemed to really get on well, and I never forgot that time visiting with her and the connection we made, although we did not stay in touch through the years since. But she’s been through more than many people could endure, including the tragic loss of a son 3 years ago. You can read about that in my brother’s blog here. Praying for a speedy recovery for Caroline, and for healing in her heart for the many trials she’s endured and is still enduring.
May there be no violent storm raging deep within your soul
But may there be a summer breeze that blows, and does console
May you know the warmth of being loved, and loving in return
And if your love should leave you, may your light inside still burn
May you never become bitter, with cold and hardened heart
May you always know that every day brings with it a new start
When you can lay aside all the troubles you have known
And recall only the memory of kindness life has shown
This is my prayer for you, upon this August day
When fall is now approaching, with the leaves that fall away
May they carry with them all the things that take away your smile
So to lighten up your journey as you walk another mile
The journey is amazing, with such beauty to behold
But along the way, I know the winds that blow can be quite cold
I pray the flame of God’s great love will always keep you warm
And you will know to look to Him to keep you from all harm
Remember through the winter that the snow will one day melt
I pray that melting with it will be all the hurts you’ve felt
And when the spring returns again, with new life all around
May it bring you peace from deep within, and blessings that abound.
The nights are getting cooler, finally.
Fall is near, I can smell it in the air.
Soon the trees will be decked out in their glorious colors.
I know it isn't fair for me to go on and on about how pretty they will be.
Some of you will never get to see this beauty for yourselves, so I will be on…
You all here know I love the sea
but some will see there is more to me.
I love the mountains in Spring, Summer and Fall
you will never find me here come winter, well ok if it 50
degrees maybe I will take a ride towards here.
We follow the Kanc as locals here in NH call a section
of RTE 112. Have you ever traveled up here in the NH
White Mountain National Forest? Do you remember hearing
about our states symbol, The Old Man on the Mountain falling( it was a rock formation)?
There are lots of things to do and see up here during all of our four seasons.
Hiking, camping, swimming and fishing oh and yes skiing too.
Not for me mind you but the highways are packed every
Friday night with people headed north, to do what it is that is their favorite pastime.
My favorite would be hiking and camping with a nice fire at the end of a long day.
Stories being told, laughter heard as we sit under the millions of stars overhead.
Don’t forget to check it out when you are up in New England. Sit along a stream
and you might even see ME I will be the one with the CAMERA , lol
This photo is of our changing leaves, though this one is of PEAK COLOR which has passed
since fall is coming and I want you to come see NH for yourself, OK Vermont and Maine too.
MA ,CT and RI will be behind us for foliage by a few weeks to almost a month, so
Plan your trip accordingly .
Enjoy your fall and cooler temps.
I will have Chili on the stove, Apple Cider too, simmering away.
OH how I love the fall in New England.