Posts Tagged ‘fall’

Autumn’s flowers
Strewn along the path

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A few days ago, the sun shone in on my Thanksgiving gourds and pumpkins as well as on the pile of shimmery Christmas garlands waiting to be used, perfectly highlighting the change from Thanksgiving to Christmas, fall to winter. It’s the most wonderful time of the year!  🙂

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Do not go gentle

Posted: September 11, 2016 in Nature
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It may be September, but in the park, a plethora of rain and warmth has summer still in full bloom (or green.)

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In the midst of the burgeoning of spring life, it’s difficult to remember the sere life of fall and winter.  This life has its own beauty, however, a beauty easily translated into black and white from the earth tones that are all that is left.  Here and there are found dried stalks, standing alone, refusing to go quietly into that white winter.


Such days of autumnal decline hold a strange mystery which adds to the gravity of all our moods.
  ~Charles Nodier, Smarra: & Trilby

Autumn in the park

Posted: October 23, 2014 in Nature, Photos
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In the two and a half weeks I was gone, autumn arrived in “my” park.  Most of the flowers are gone and trees have taken over the color scheme.  Nights are chilly and mornings, when I walk, crisp.  Geese float on the river, taking off in honking groups.  A few days ago, the only walker on the path, I encountered a buck which suddenly stepped onto the path not far ahead of me.  We both stopped, eye the other, but as I reached slowly for my phone (camera), he bounded off.

“Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.”
~Albert Camus

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I’ll be away from home this weekend and busy, so I won’t be able to get back to you promptly.  Thanks for visiting.  May your weekend be filled with beauty, no matter the season.

Flame-colored tree flaunts
Colors to warm my cold hands
Honking geese fly south

Trees hug their last leaves
Like towels clutched by shy young girls
Predatory wind


It begins as rain, spits and sprinkles, settling down later to something harder and more deliberate. Errands run, lunch eaten, I settle down to the never-ending struggle to impose order of some sort on papers and miscellany, a book-on-CD inserted into my laptop to keep me company. To the accompaniment of descriptions of luscious food and exotic places, I glance out the window to see the change from fall to winter announcing itself…not permanently (tomorrow will be cold but then the next days warmer)…just that tap on the shoulder announcing: “I’m on the way. Get ready. Find those missing gloves, bring out the hats, make sure your winter coats are clean.”

So glad I did yard work yesterday, although more remains for upcoming warmer days. Three bags of yard detritus stand next to the garbage can for pickup in the morning. Until the beginning of November, each bag of yard waste must carry a stick-on tag, purchased for a bit over $2 at local stores, in order for the city to pick it up. From now until mid-December, pick-up is free. I take advantage of that.  As I carry the bags from the garage in the deepening twilight, only a short while after 4 pm, the wind cuts coldly through my sweater. Yet it’s invigorating and makes the lights shining through the window seem even more welcoming. Christmas waits just over the horizon, maybe some cross-country skiing, although we got rid of our old skis when we moved. On Cleveland’s east side, in the snow belt, there are plenty opportunities to sled or ski. In Chicago, not only is there usually not enough snow, there are very few hills. That’s the prairie.

As evening arrives, I pull out my recipes and cookbooks. Soups and stews sound wonderful. I’ve asked for a new 3-quart crockpot for Christmas to replace the one that broke, but in the meantime, there’s the larger one, making enough for several meals and for the freezer, too, if I can carve out enough space. Maybe soon I’ll bring my winter coat up from the basement and hang it in the front closet. Winter is on its way and I’m ready. I’m also looking forward to my January visit to Arizona to see my parents. Winter makes it even more desirable.

Fall colors and winter snow.



More winter, less fall.


Darkness comes early after the time change.  The wet snow sticks heavily to everything, pushing dying leaves and fronds to the ground.


The bird apartment (on the right) is getting a covering of snow. Might be time to scatter some bread crumbs.  The snow provides a decoration for the bare bush on the left.