Wednesday, October 31, 2012

A Bewitching Night

Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.
Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the caldron boil and bake;
Eye of newt, and toe of frog,
Wool of bat, and tongue of dog,
Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting,
Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing,—
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.

Macbeth ~ William Shakespeare (1564-1616)

Saturday, October 27, 2012

Autumn Path

Come, pensive Autumn, with thy clouds, and storms,
And falling leaves, and pastures lost to flowers;
A luscious charm hangs on thy faded forms,
More sweet than Summer in her loveliest hours,
Who, in her blooming uniform of green,
Delights with samely and continued joy:
But give me, Autumn, where thy hand hath been,
For there is wildness that can never cloy, -
The russet hue of fields left bare, and all
The tints of leaves and blossoms ere they fall.
In thy dull days of clouds a pleasure comes,
Wild music softens in thy hollow winds;
And in thy fading woods a beauty blooms,
That's more than dear to melancholy minds.

~To Autumn : John Clare

Monday, October 22, 2012

Time Worn

The creaking silence of age.

I like Old.
Great Depression
worn-in (not worn-out)
favorite quilt
classic car.

I like the way Old feels.
Sheets washed a thousand times
frayed around the stitching
busting from stories.

I like the way Old sounds.
Creaky wooden floors
heaters that pop and snap
doors that slam like they really mean it!

I like the way Old looks.
chipped paint
worn corners
not from neglect or carelessness, but from use.

I'd live in an Old house
with a big Old front porch.
One that heaves to tell me someone is home
and echos of little feet running across it.
I like Old.

~Holy Glasgow

Tuesday, October 16, 2012


The old wooden garden bench, half-crumbling away, sits silently
with only a blanket of lichen as it's companion.

Friday, October 12, 2012

Woolly Socks And Flip-Flops

We've been gifted with glorious Autumn weather the past few weeks , warm breezy days, and cool window-opening nights.
Despite the season's first frost a few days earlier, tomorrow is scheduled to be a balmy 82 degrees.

It's the time of year, when you step outside in the morning wearing your woolly socks and warm jacket, and by late afternoon, you've returned to your flip-flops and short-sleeved shirt.
The Morning Glory vines are loving it.

Thursday, October 11, 2012

Home Sweet Home

"Home, the spot of earth supremely blest,
A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest. "

~ Robert Montgomery

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Autumn's First Frost

Frost on the pumpkin last night. 
'Tis the season of woolly socks and flip-flops.

"The hazy, cloudless skies of Indian Summer.
Leaves scurrying down the street before the wind.
The cold shiver from an arctic blast.
Indian Summer. The last warmth of the sun.
Chilly mornings and glorious warm afternoons.
The Harvest Moon. The Hunter's Moon. The Rainy Season.
Dry corn stalks clattering in the wind.
The touch of frost on grass and window pane.
The smell of burning leaves."

~ Keith C. Heidorn

Saturday, October 6, 2012

A Pottering Day

We were gifted with yet, another perfect Autumn day.
Blue skies and sunshine.

A day spent pottering about the garden, stacking plant pots, arranging shelves in the potting shed, dipping fallen-leaves from the pond.

The geese flew south overhead.
Squirrels busily transported their overwinter stash to secret hiding places.
Birds feathered their nests.
Wild turkeys led their flock to the nightly roost.

Autumn, the year’s last, loveliest smile.

~William Cullen Bryant

Monday, October 1, 2012

Cottage Love

Lilliput Lane : Double Cottage.
click to enlarge

" The cottage homes of England/By thousands on her plains."

~ Felicia Hermans