Plans On Hold

My plans to start outdoor Christmas decorating were put on hold, as a gentle rain has been falling throughout the day.
The house is dark and cozy, the teapot is full, candles are glowing, and a portly kitty sleeps at my feet.
Maybe tomorrow......

Silence

 

Some days it's good to do nothing. No deadlines to meet, no chores to complete, no lists to check twice.
Bliss.

The Nesting Season

The ground is soaked from a day of rain. Much needed rain, for which we are grateful.

I've been busy running errands today, ticking off my to-do list.
Hearty soups have now become the meal of choice.
Nights are noticeably cooler, and darkness falls before the clock strikes five..
Candlelight glows.
The nesting season begins.

                                                     

Foggy Start

Our day started with a thick, soupy fog, and much cooler weather than we have had in several weeks.

Rain is falling, and predicted for the next couple of days.

Of all days, I had appointments to keep, and putting them on hold wasn't an option.

Traveling home down Main street our little town has installed  twinkling Christmas lights  on each light pole , it's such a magical time of the year.

 

Autumn Thoughts

November days and the air conditioner continues to hum.

81 degrees warm, it feels like the middle of summer, and yet of course, our nights are now dark by 5:30pm.

The trees are losing their leaves prematurely, due to the lack of rain, I'm considering unboxing the Christmas decorations.

November Days

 

Tonight our semi-annual clock fiddling takes place once again.

An hour backwards from Daylight Saving Time, affording an extra hour of sleep on these colder mornings.

Just enough time to remind us, that the year is winding down, and soon, a long sleepy winter will be our companion.

A time to regenerate our weary souls, and make new plans for the coming year ahead.

A time to dream.

 

 

" It was November - the month of

crimson sunsets, parting birds,

deep, and hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines.

Anne roamed through the pineland

alleys in the park and, as she said,

let that great sweeping wind

blow the fog out of her soul.

L.N Montgomery

~ Anne of Green Gables

In The Spirit

   A little early decorating.

Just to get in the "spirit" of things.

                                                                   👻 👻👻

Indian Summer

Indian Summer is upon us. Balmy warm days, and mist-laden nights.

One last chance to indulge in fleeting Summer pleasures.

An early American writer described Indian Summer well when he wrote, "The air is perfectly quiescent and all is stillness, as if Nature, after her exertions during the Summer, were now at rest."

     

 ~ John Bradbury 1817

Season Of Mists

Autumn morning mists came calling.

The grass is wet with a heavy dew, taking most of the afternoon before it is dry to the touch.

Down on main street, shopkeepers display their pumpkins and Autumn fayre.

Orange and yellows are now the colors of the season.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
 

"Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,

Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;

Conspiring with him how to load and bless

With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;

To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,

And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;

To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells

With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,

And still more, later flowers for the bees,

Until they think warm days will never cease,

For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells."

~ John Keats

October Days

We had our first real taste of Autumn weather last night, tonight down in the mid forties and snugly blankets will once again return to the beds.

The sound of distant laughter can be heard from giggly school children enjoying their Fall break, and down on Main Street Oktoberfest's are in full swing.

"When everything that ticked has stopped,

And space stares, all around,

Or grisly frosts, first autumn morns,

Repeal the beating ground."

 Emily Dickinson, Time and Eternity, LXXV