Autumn
By Amy Lowell
All day I have watched the purple vine leaves
Fall into the water.
And now in the moonlight they still fall,
But each leaf is fringed with silver.
from: "Pictures of the Floating World", 1919
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August has been wet, hot, humid, green, beautiful and bountiful. I'll miss you, August, but I welcome your cooler pal, September, and in her suitcase, Fall. xo
August 1 sun setting from my son-in-law's office on Music Row in Nashville. See my camera? :-)
Datura Moonflower with her curly-edged self.
Three of the hundreds of Morning Glories that bloomed in my back yard.
About mid-August, glorious afternoon storms began with amazing clouds.
This one brought buckets of rain...
Cloud-love & thunder-love.
Letting my freak flags fly. No, really, they're my Tibetan Buddhist Prayer flags.
Passionflower. I just can't pass these without sniffing them...still smells like grape kool-aid.
Goodbye, August. See you next year, I hope.
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"The foliage has been losing its freshness through the month of August, and here and there a yellow leaf shows itself like the first gray hair amidst the locks of a beauty who has seen one season too many.... September is dressing herself in showy dahlias and splendid marigolds and starry zinnias. October, the extravagant sister, has ordered an immense amount of the most gorgeous forest tapestry for her grand reception." ~Oliver Wendell Holmes
3 comments:
Love all the photos. I was just trying to figure out what that was in the view of Nashville when I saw your note about the camera. Neat!
August has been nice this year, but I love September. :)
Thought about you today as we took a roadtrip to Saline.
I love your blog. One of my must-reads! I don't comment often, but I always enjoy!
I appreciate you both, Kelly and Karen! xo
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