I am longing for a quiet weekend in the country with colorful crackling leaves, Barbour jackets, Hunter wellies, warm apple cider, and those that I love. Unfortunately, I still have a lot of unpacking to do so a trip to the farm will have to wait. Have a beautiful weekend, wherever you are!
Fall Song
Another year gone, leaving everywhereits rich spiced residues: vines, leaves,the uneaten fruits crumbling damplyin the shadows, unmattering backfrom the particular islandof this summer, this NOW, that now is nowhereexcept underfoot, molderingin that black subterranean castleof unobservable mysteries - - -roots and sealed seedsand the wanderings of water. ThisI try to remember when time's measurepainfully chafes, for instance when autumnflares out at the last, boisterous and like us longingto stay - - - how everything lives, shiftingfrom one bright vision to another, foreverin these momentary pastures. - Mary Oliver
{images: 1- via gil schafer; 2- via habitually chic; 3- via anna wolfe photography}
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