Thursday, October 16, 2014

The morns are meeker

I love fall weather. Fall weather is the best. Fall weather is my favorite.

I bought some strawberry plants for the garden a couple of weeks ago, and they are doing well. One already bloomed, and the delicate white flowers are so pretty.


 I'm hoping they have a chance to produce fruit before squirrels or cold gets 'em.

Fall weather makes me want to sit on a deck by a lake with a cup of tea early in the morning. Or be somewhere mountainous at sunset. Or by a crackling campfire late at night. Pretty much anywhere outdoors. :-)

So, to conclude these autumnal musings, a poem about fall from Emily Dickinson:

The morns are meeker than they were,
The nuts are getting brown;
The berry's cheek is plumper,
The rose is out of town.
The maple wears a gayer scarf,
The field a scarlet gown.
Lest I should be old-fashioned,
I'll put a trinket on.

                 - Emily Dickinson: Nature, Poem 28


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