My favorite color is October!

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October

O hushed October morning mild,

Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;

Tomorrow’s wind, if it be wild, 

Should waste them all. 

The crows above the forest call.

Tomorrow they may form and go. 

O hushed October morning mild, 

Begin the hours of this day slow,

Make the day seem to us less brief.

Hearts not averse to being beguiled,

Beguile us in the way you know; 

Release one leaf at break of day;

At noon, release another leaf. 

One from our trees, one far away;

Retard the sun with gentle mist;

Enchant the land with amethyst. 

Slow, slow! 

For the grapes’ sake, if they were all, 

Whose leaves already are burnt with frost,

Whose clustered fruit must else be lost—

For the grapes’ sake, along the wall.

by Robert Frost, from A Boy's Will, 1913 

Welcome to the month of greatness! 

Wishing you all a really golden October. 

Sincerely yours,

isabella 

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Harzer Berge im Herbst

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Der Harz im Herbst ist ein Gedicht und in diesem Jahr besonders schön. Das Laub leuchtet in herrlichsten Farben und das Wetter könnte kaum besser sein und das über einen solch langen Zeitraum. Wir haben eine kleine Tagestour gemacht und mit dem Highlight angefangen, dem Hexentanzplatz in Thale. Der Platz selbst war sicherlich bedingt durchs Wochenende ziemlich überlaufen und hat etwas von Rummelplatz, aber die umgebende Natur versöhnt dann doch rasch und mit nur wenigen Schritten kann man das alles hinter sich lassen. Und dann die Aussicht, zum Niederknien schön. Weit schweift der Blick über die Harz Höhen und man kann sich gar nicht satt sehen. 

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November Garden Moments

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AUTUMNAL

Pale amber sunlight falls across
The reddening October trees,
That hardly sway before a breeze
As soft as summer: summer's loss
Seems little, dear! on days like these.

Let misty autumn be our part!
The twilight of the year is sweet:
Where shadow and the darkness meet
Our love, a twilight of the heart
Eludes a little time's deceit.

Are we not better and at home
In dreamful Autumn, we who deem
No harvest joy is worth a dream?
A little while and night shall come,
A little while, then, let us dream.

Beyond the pearled horizons lie
Winter and night: awaiting these
We garner this poor hour of ease,
Until love turn from us and die
Beneath the drear November trees.

― Ernest Dowson, The Poems and Prose of Ernest Dowson

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Autumn Garden

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"In the garden, Autumn is, indeed the crowning glory of the year, bringing us the fruition of months of thought and care and toil.  And at no season, safe perhaps in Daffodil time, do we get such superb colour effects as from August to November."

-   Rose G. Kingsley

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Fall, Leaves, Fall

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Fall, Leaves, Fall

Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;

Lengthen night and shorten day;

Every leaf speaks bliss to me

Fluttering from the autumn tree.

I shall smile when wreaths of snow

Blossom where the rose should grow;

I shall sing when night’s decay

Ushers in a drearier day.

Emily Brontë






November is nearly over. The days are getting shorter and shorter,
time for candles, indoor joy, and family. I wish you all
a wonderful last weekend.

Sincerely yours,

Isabella 



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don't fall

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don't fall

my last leaf

dance before it ends

inside

a crowd

of golden songs

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Autumn at Middle Earth

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“I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew:

Of wind I sang, a wind there came and in the branches blew.

Beyond the Sun, beyond the Moon, the foam was on the Sea,

And by the strand of Ilmarin there grew a Golden Tree.

Beneath the stars of Ever-eve in Eldamar it shone,

In Eldamar beside the walls of Elven Tirion.

There long the golden leaves have grown upon the branching years,

While here beyond the Sundering Seas now fall the Elven-tears.

O Lórien! Too long I have dwelt upon this Hither Shore

And in a fading crown have twined the golden elanor.

But if of ships I now would sing, what ship would come to me,

What ship would bear me ever back across so wide a Sea?” 

― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings

Dwarf beech (Fagus sylvatica var. Suentelensis) avenue, Bad Nenndorf, Lower Saxony, Germany

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Godbye October!

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Oh, hazy month of glowing trees,—

And colors rich to charm our eyes!

Yet—not less fair than all of these

Are Mother's fragrant pumpkin pies!

~Louise Bennett Weaver and Helen Cowles LeCron, "October," 1917




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