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Sunday Reflections…

After work yesterday, we got out on the water to see how the Fall color show was progressing. I Love ❤️ Fall 🍁 I am blessed to live in such a beautiful part of the world and I know it 😊 In a few shorts weeks we will be looking at Thanksgiving 🦃 And all the reds and oranges and golden color will be gone for the year… Get out and see it now because it won’t stay around long… Time flies by 💨

“Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.“

~ Robert Frost

The colors are becoming more vivid and the birds 🦢 are busy preparing for the Winter months to come. So much to see right now 🍁

Breakfast 🍳 is calling me…

Have a wonderful Sunday!

Mark C.



Sunday Reflections…

Windy, rainy days in early Fall make me so sleepy… I have hardly been able to keep my eyes 👀 open the last few days… 😴 I’ll be glad when the sun ☀️ pops back out!
On a positive note, the color change is happening now and it’s gonna be a beautiful show!



“Clouds gather, treetops toss and sway;
But pour us wine, an old one!
That we may turn this dreary day
To golden, yes, to golden!

Autumn has come, but never fear,
Wait but a little while yet,
Spring will be here, the skies will clear,
And fields stand deep in violets.

The heavenly blue of fresh new days
Oh, friend, you must employ them
Before they pass away. Be brave!
Enjoy them; oh, enjoy them!”
–   Theodor Storm,  
A Song in October 

 

Now it’s back inside for breakfast 🥞

Have a great Sunday!

Mark C.



Sunday Reflections…

The leaves have been coming down like rain the last couple of days. It’s beautiful to watch. Add to that the 4 strait nights of freezing temps … November has made itself known 😊 Thanksgiving is coming!

Many trees are at peak color and the leaves are raining down when the wind blows…

 

“November comes
And November goes,
With the last red berries
And the first white snows.
With night coming early,
And dawn coming late,
And ice in the bucket
And frost by the gate.
The fires burn
And the kettles sing,
And earth sinks to rest
Until next spring.”
    ~ Elizabeth Coatsworth

 

Mark C.



Sunday Reflections…

We spent yesterday on the boat with the dogs enjoying what was maybe the last Hot day of the season… It got up to 89 degrees, the sky was strikingly blue & the river was smooth and so nice 😊 We have had quite a few unseasonably Hot days this Fall! It’s like Summer wasn’t giving up without a fight…

Nature Knows! The Monarch butterflies were moving south in #’s Saturday! They were following the river and were hard to photograph because they were mostly 50’-100’ high… look hard and enlarge to see in this picture.

This last Howrah of Summer has been nice, but it hasn’t felt like Fall yet… That all changes this week. Cooler temps and rain are in the forecast. I am ready to burn a few marshmallows on a fire 🔥 personally 😊

“Listen! The wind is rising, and the air is wild with Leaves,
We have had our summer evenings,
now for October eves!”
       ~ Humbert Wolfe

Have a Great Sunday! Here’s to Fall 🍁

 

Mark C.



Autumn
November 20, 2013, 2:49 pm
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Autumn

There’s a crispness in the air that greets the morning sun, a feeling of anticipation, a new day has begun.
Harvest days are ending, winter is drawing near, yet in between is surely the most special time of year.
They call it Indian Summer, and it seems to fit the bill, for it’s as if the Lord took a feathered brush and painted all the hills.

Now as I sit contented, atop of one of these, a book in hand to pass the time, the sound of a gentle breeze,
I can almost imagine an Indian child upon this mountaintop, looking down at the land of her forefathers, lost within her thoughts
For in every persons lifetime some heartache may occur, but on these hills in quiet solitude, God helps us to endure.

So I say that the eyes are a window, beauty is found within the soul, and upon the hills of Autumn, that are strewn with red and gold.

~ Julie L. O’ConnorIMG_4986