One Word Sunday…music

The sound of water is music to my ears, whether from a babbling brook, the back-and-forth wash of waves, or water rushing over rocks. Is it to yours?

“It is said by the Eldar that in water there lives yet the echo of the Music of the Ainur more than in any substance that is in this Earth; and many of the Children of Ilúvatar hearken still unsated to the voices of the Sea, and yet know not for what they listen.”
~ J.R.R. Tolkien, The Silmarillion

One-Word Sunday is hosted by Debbie at Travel With Intent.

Phoneography and Non-SLR Digital Devices Photo Challenge: Nature…hanging in there

Not long ago we had a light frost, but last night the frost was much heavier.  The majority of colors in the park these days are shades of brown or grey, but this morning, they were edged with silver, a festive look more appropriate for December.  However, if you look, there are still touches of color hanging in there, sometimes literally, just right for this week’s Phoneography Challenge: Nature.

“But frost, like the crystallized dreams of autumn, began to coat the clearing with its sugar glaze.”
~Victoria Steele Logue, Redemption

Go not gently into that dark winter

The days are getting colder.  Vegetable colors fade from brilliant reds, peaches, blues and oranges to more muted colors. Fruit becomes less soft, more crisp and crunchy. But during the last market a few weeks ago, produce made its last, colorful stand.  I bought squash, apples for yet more applesauce and other end-of-summer goodies and enjoyed the last warmth of the season.

“If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien

Light and dark

It is during our darkest moments that we must focus to see the light.
–Aristotle Onassis

Give light, and the darkness will disappear of itself.
–Desiderius Erasmus

Your daily greens

The one had leaves of dark green that beneath were as shining silver, and from each of his countless flowers a dew of silver light was ever falling, and the earth beneath was dappled with the shadows of his fluttering leaves.
— J.R.R. Tolkien