Saturday, October 22, 2011
With all of the excitement of this week, I went outside the other
day and I was mad at myself for missing these beautiful fall days.
The air smells so crisp and brown. In California we might not
have all of the colors that are so vibrant, but we do have lovely
browns and golds, and yellows and yes, even some reds. The smell
of the grass that is turning from green to brown smells like hay all
As I sat outside and the peace of the day gave me such comfort. Like that poem
The Day is Done, by Longfellow.
And the night shall be filled with music,
And the cares, that infest the day,
Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs,
And as silently steal away.
In October is seems as if the sunrises become filled with color.
I also think the sun gets more and more reluctant to rise each
morning and keeps the blanket's of clouds tucked around his
In the evening, the sun seems in a hurry to leave the sky
and return to the place where the winds live. Each evening as
I sit and watch as the light goes out in the sky, twilight becomes
filled with magic, and I notice that the fairy's seem to be hiding
in other places that I can't see.
I love October, my thoughts of October are filled with dreams of days gone by.
I think of November as brown and cold and dark. I find in
November I panic as the days are sometimes as dark as the
nights, so I burn fires to keep the ghosts at bay.
Now enough of this, I have a chicken pen to clean.
Have a lovely weekend my dear friends.