Days are stringed instruments and every one strikes a different note.
Monday
Friday
Crisp Autumn Leaves
Every leaf speaks bliss to me,
Fluttering from the autumn tree.
~ Emily Bronte
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Thursday
Bath Time For Birdie
Song Sparrow
Every season hath its pleasures:
Spring may boast her flowery prime,
Yet the vineyard's ruby treasures
Brighten Autumn's soberer time.
So life's year begins and closes;
Days, though shortening, still can shine;
What, though youth gave loves and roses,
Age still leaves us friends and wine.
~Thomas Moore
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Wednesday
Inside The Burning Bush
White-throated Sparrow in the "Burning Bush"
"In the garden of my life
I'm done with anger, done with strife.
I cultivate my own few joys
far from this culture's buzzing noise.
Colonnade and marketplace,
fame's small change and money's race,
academe's cold haughty tower --
have no meaning, hold no power.
Letting go of shoulds and oughts,
I concentrate on greener thoughts
and find as I fulfill my soul
that things spin calmly in control,
that though events conspire still,
they tend to bend towards my will.
No greater cause achieves the measure
than that of my own reasoned pleasure."
- Peter Saint-Andre, In the Garden
Tuesday
Autumn Robin
The bright summer had passed away, and gorgeous autumn was flinging its rainbow-tints of beauty on hill and dale.
(Digital Painting version)
Mark how the forest now hath doffed its green,
And Nature dons her cloak of many hues;
Now reigns the holy beauty of Decay!
How calmly sleeps the lake: the coloured woods
Reflected on its face in thousand tints...
Like rainbows wreck'd, all the gay woods do sing...
~ James Rigg
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Monday
Autumn Morning at Claytor Lake State Park
"In wisdom gathered over time I have found that every experience is a form of exploration."
Ansel Adams
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Sunday
Mourning Dove
“I hold it true that thoughts are things
Endowed with bodies, breath, and wings,
And that we send them forth to fill
The world with good results - or ill.
That which we call our secret thought
Speeds to the earth's remotest spot,
And leaves its blessings or its woes
Like tracks behind it as it goes.
It is God's law. Remember it
In your still chamber as you sit
With thoughts you would not dare have known,
And yet made comrades when alone.
These thoughts have life; and they will fly
And leave their impress by-and-by,
Like some marsh breeze, whose poisoned breath
Breathes into homes its fevered breath.
And after you have quite forgot
Or all outgrown some vanished thought,
Back to your mind to make its home,
A dove or raven, it will come.
Then let your secret thoughts be fair;
They have a vital part and share
In shaping worlds and moulding fate --
God's system is so intricate.”
― Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Sit and Watch The Leaves Turn
Everyone must take time
to sit and watch the leaves turn.
- Elizabeth Lawrence
Autumn at Pandapas Pond in Blacksburg, Virginia
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Friday
Robin Watching
“The lure of the distant and the difficult
is deceptive.
The great opportunity is where you are.”
― John Burroughs
Thursday
Burning Brightly
Autumn burned brightly, a running flame through the mountains,
a torch flung to the trees.
~ Faith Baldwin
Tuesday
Thursday
Wednesday
The Measure of Leaves
"Leaves drift softly earthward toward the grass
Spring and summer blend from green to gold ...
Spring and summer blend from green to gold ...
