autumn's last hurrah

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autumn warmth

barberries and bokeh

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I'll catch you when you fall

lone survivor

It’s noticing that cracks us open, lets something in.
Shows we’re in use.
Uses us.
Right now. Right this minute.

~ Lia Purpura, On Looking

noticing
the last survivors of November
the last of the vibrant color
now fading and turning brown
the cold has hit
with a dusting of snow
winter has arrived early this year
time to hibernate

autumn, flora, nature, transitions, Trees, Uncategorized, walks, weather

the last hurrah

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foggy old tree

I’ll make a voice like all of time and all of the fog that ever was; I’ll make a voice that is like an empty bed beside you all night long, and like an empty house when you open the door, and like trees in autumn with no leaves. A sound like the birds flying south, crying, and a sound like November wind and the sea on the hard, cold shore. I’ll make a sound that’s so alone that no one can miss it, that whoever hears it will weep in their souls, and hearths will seem warmer, and being inside will seem better to all who hear it in the distant towns. I’ll make me a sound and an apparatus and they’ll call it a Fog Horn and whoever hears it will know the sadness of eternity and the briefness of life.”

“The Fog Horn blew.”
~ Ray Bradbury, The Fog Horn

 

November
on Chestnut Hill Farm
Southborough, Massachusetts

autumn, farms, fog, nature, Solitude, Trees, Uncategorized, walks, weather, wildlife

scenes of a foggy morning

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october rain

when the rain finally stopped...

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hello November

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bepuddled

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the nonconformist

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Confetti

When I am among the trees,
especially the willows and the honey locust,
equally the beech, the oaks and the pines,
they give off such hints of gladness.
I would almost say that they save me, and daily.

I am so distant from the hope of myself,
in which I have goodness, and discernment,
and never hurry through the world
but walk slowly, and bow often.

Around me the trees stir in their leaves
and call out, “Stay awhile.”
The light flows from their branches.

And they call again, “It’s simple,” they say,
“and you too have come
into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled
with light, and to shine.”

–Mary Oliver

autumn, lakeside, leaf peepin', nature, poetry, Uncategorized, walks

among the trees

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beam me up, Scotty

hello November
and daylight savings
while the hummers are long gone
I plan to savor every beam of light I can
during these long cold months ahead.

autumn, backyard creatures, Light, nature

beam me up, Scotty

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