It’s pointless to wonder which season is my favourite: I love them all! And yet there is something about the gentle sun of autumn on leaves which now feel free to show off all their colours… And, even if you don’t like pumpkins, there will be something to tickle your taste buds in the bountiful harvest.
And finally, the most beautiful picture of all, for which I can take no credit whatsoever. From the magnificent chateaugudanes.com website.
… I didn’t work, I didn’t write, I didn’t even read anything this weekend. This time it was all about the family, enjoying the autumn (despite the less than sterling weather) and creating memories. And the apple-and-pear juice we made is the best thing we’ve ever tasted!
When all is said
some word remains,
hanging smartly, hanging loose.
When all is done,
some deed compels
to scratch afresh, to find new root.
They’ve mocked enough the pale surmise,
they’ve overcooked that sweet surprise.
They’ve rattled, counted beans of their trade.
They’ve filed all corners and watered down juice.
It’s all here.
Queen Blandness.
To fill with your meaning,
Take on your colours,
Succumb to your fears.
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