Tabbie decided to wander out into the garden a few days ago, camera in hand, to face the cold damp wind which has defined our October this year. I could sense some dissatisfaction when the memory card was grudgingly handed over with a scowl, but Tabz’ face lit up with a big smile when I asked if anything pretty remained in spite of the near-wintry weather. “Vagabond” was the puzzling one-word reply I received. It took me three days to figure it out. D’oh! - Aggie
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There is something in the autumn that is native to my blood— Touch of manner, hint of mood; And my heart is like a rhyme, With the yellow and the purple and the crimson keeping time.
The scarlet of the maples can shake me like a cry Of bugles going by. And my lonely spirit thrills To see the frosty asters like a smoke upon the hills.
There is something in October sets the gypsy blood astir; We must rise and follow her, When from every hill of flame, She calls and calls each vagabond by name.
- A Vagabond Song, by William Bliss Carman ________________________________
Earth and sky, woods and fields, lakes and rivers, the mountain and the sea, are excellent schoolmasters, and teach some of us more than we can ever learn from books. ~ John Lubbock
* * * Tuesday afternoon I walked up the hill which overlooks the river. Bees were buzzing in flowers everywhere I looked. Airborne geese noisily followed the river’s path as smaller birds twittered in the trees. Bright fluffy clouds passed noislessly overhead. Everything was beautiful.
Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under the trees on a summer’s day, listening to the murmur of water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time ~ John Lubbock ___________________________________
This post is part of the Sunday Stroll Invitation Series
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These are Saturday’s scenes, and everything here, from rabbits and fishes to witches named hazel, will be covered in snow by tomorrow morning. Only the moon will remain…
Autumn passes and one remembers one’s reverence. ~ Yoko Ono
We’ve been blessed with warm sunny weather for the past several days, but snowflakes are forecast for the weekend. Early this evening I stole away for a few quiet moments in which to enjoy the beauty of autumn one last time before the sun went to bed and the cold rains crept in.
