By Carl Sandburg
I spot the hills
With yellow balls in autumn.
I light the prairie cornfields
Orange and tawny gold clusters
And I am called pumpkins.
On the last of October
When dusk is fallen
Children join hands
And circle round me
Singing ghost songs
And love to the harvest moon;
I am a jack-o’-lantern
With terrible teeth
And the children know
I am fooling.
The Which Way Challenge, that Cee began, has been picked up by the Alive and Trekking blogger. The beauty of it is that it’s free form.
You can include images of doors, gates, roads, streets, exits, signs, paths, waterways, canals, railroad tracks, you name it.
See more Which Way photos by clicking here. You’ll be amazed at where people are going.
Thursday Doors is a weekly feature allowing door lovers to come together to admire and share their favorite door photos from around the world.
Norm 2.0 hosts it and anyone can join.
Feel free to join in on the fun by creating your own Thursday Doors post each week and then sharing it, between Thursday morning and Saturday noon (North American Eastern Time).
Weekend Coffee Share is a time for us to take a break out of our lives and enjoy some timely catching up with friends (old and new)! To join, al l you need to do is create a post and link to Eclectic Ali
If we were having coffee, I’d suggest we enjoy it outside where we could see some of the brilliant foliage. Then afterwards, I’d offer to show you some of the Halloween decorations that are appearing around town.
I’d tell you that work has continued. We were to end September 30th, then October 5th and now the 31st, though we’re just scheduled till the 19th. All summer we got our schedule one week at a time so that’s nothing enw.
I’d mention that I watched the US Vice Presidential Debates and found them more coherent as there fewer interruptions. The moderator was better.
I’m enjoying Man of the World starring William Powell and Carole Lombard – review to follow. It’s a story of an American con man in France, who meets an heiress.
The Which Way Challenge, that Cee began, has been picked up by the Alive and Trekking blogger. The beauty of it is that it’s free form.
You can include images of doors, gates, roads, streets, exits, signs, paths, waterways, canals, railroad tracks, you name it.
See more Which Way photos by clicking here. You’ll be amazed at where people are going.
Know’st thou not at the fall of the leaf
How the heart feels a languid grief
Laid on it for a covering,
And how sleep seems a goodly thing
In Autumn at the fall of the leaf?
And how the swift beat of the brain
Falters because it is in vain,
In Autumn at the fall of the leaf
Knowest thou not? and how the chief
Of joys seems—not to suffer pain?
Know’st thou not at the fall of the leaf
How the soul feels like a dried sheaf
Bound up at length for harvesting,
And how death seems a comely thing
In Autumn at the fall of the leaf?
By Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Beijing
Each week Cee of Cee’s Photography challenges bloggers with a fun prompt. This week we’re to share photos with colors that show a harvest or fall in all its glory.
Click here to see more autumn scenes photos, click here.
The best I could do is a painting of a farm
Each week Cee of Cee’s Photography challenges bloggers with a fun prompt. This week we’re to share photos with colors that show a harvest or fall in all its glory.
Click here to see more harvest scenes photos, click here.
The Which Way Challenge, that Cee began, has been picked up by the Alive and Trekking blogger. The beauty of it is that it’s free form. You can include images of doors, gates, roads, streets, exits, signs, paths, waterways, you name it.
My photos this week are from my walk through the Chicago Botanical Gardens today.
See more Which Way photos by clicking here.
By William Shakespeare
That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou see’st the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west;
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death’s second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see’st the glowing of such fire,
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the death-bed whereon it must expire
Consumed with that which it was nourish’ d by.
This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long.
Ruined for Life: Phoenix Edition 