A late autumn afternoon

"Come said the wind to the leaves one day,

Come o're the meadows and we will play.

Put on your dresses of scarlet and gold,

For the summer is gone and days grow cold."

A children's song from the 1800's

Fall daisies

Hardy little flowers
Like to children poor,
Playing in their sturdy health
By their mother's door:
Purple with the north wind,
Yet alert and bold;
Fearing not and caring not,
Though they be a-cold.

From Butterflies and Daisies

by Mary Howitt (1799 - 1888)

October morning on the river

 
Here, on the river's verge, I could be busy for months without changing my place, simply leaning a little more to right or left.

Paul Cezanne

October rose

Photo taken at Fort Whyte today.

"There ought to be gardens for all months of the year, in which, severally, things of beauty may be then in season."

Sir Francis Bacon

Apple pie

Good apple pies are a considerable part of our domestic happiness.
Jane Austen

Sidewalk chalk drawing

Sometimes we see beautiful images, and sometimes we know beautiful people.  Such a person was Richard who passed away earlier this week at the age of 56, of Early Onset Alzheimer's Disease.  He had a cheerful smile for everyone, and that's how I remember him.  When I came across this chalk drawing, I thought of him.

Wedding anniversary flowers

Tea cup flower arrangements made by my sister for my parent's 60th wedding anniversary

 

We are not the same person this year as last; nor are those we love. It is a happy chance if we, changed, continue to love a changed person.

W. Somerset Maugham

The face in the fencepost

There was a crooked man
and he walked a crooked mile,
He found a crooked sixpence
against a crooked stile;
He bought a crooked cat
which caught a crooked mouse,
And they all lived together
in a crooked little house.
          Nursery Rhyme

Cows in the meadow

"Nice weather,"
     said the brown cow.
"Ah," said the white.
"Grass is very tasty."
"Grass is all right."
        from Cows
        by James Reeves

Toadstool

Under a toadstool 

      crept a wee elf,

out of the rain 

       to shelter himself. 

Nursery rhyme