the leaves are all falling / and they’re falling like they’re falling in love with the ground. Thank you all for your lovely comments & emails after my last post. This space is a light to me in the darkness and I am deeply, deeply…
autumn
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Welcome, Autumn.
We took our first hike of the season yesterday. Our forest is just beginning to change with the turning of the season. The air is thick with the fresh, sweet smell of fallen leaves. It is a magical time of year. A brisk hike is…
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Sweet November
Despite our freak October snowstorm, it has been a beautiful autumn here on our little mountain. Daylight savings always throws me for a loop. I hate leaving the office at 5:00 p.m. and walking out into darkness. Still, the beautiful November twilight skies take my…
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Poetry Friday: who are you,little i | e. e. cummings
who are you,little i | e. e. cummings who are you,little i (five or six years old) peering from some high window;at the gold of november sunset (and feeling:that if day has to become night this is a beautiful way)