I love this time of year, all the summer visitors have gone home, the kids are in school, the days are getting shorter and our congress-critters are back in action. Next week we will embark on Autumn, the days will get cooler, leaves will change color and critters of all shapes and sizes will be gathering tidbits to save for winter. The Autumn goddess, Fortuna, carries a cornucopia full of the seasons’ harvests……Ah, yes the “harvest!”
Far and wide, my favorite time of year.
My daughter loves to build fairy houses for the fairies to stay warm during winter, it gives us a reason to be outside in the cool, fresh air.
At the autumnal equinox (Sept. 23, 2007, 5:51 A.M. EDT), the sun appears to cross the celestial equator, from north to south; this marks the beginning of autumn in the Northern Hemisphere.
The harvest moon will arrive on October 26 this year, a great time for full moon parties and drums!
It’s Saturday night, the kids are asleep, let’s have a virtual party!!
Pass the beer, wine, pipe, bong, hookah, what have you…and tell me your stories of Autumns of past. It’s a beautiful night out, the rain this morning cleaned the air and left the most magnificent aroma of wet grass, pines and oaks…..
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and the ponies….
…of Autumn!
getting ready for winter, nesting mood, and harvest foods from my garden or the farmers market! This is a poem that I’ve loved for years…
I love the pooties…somebody is cool with photoshop!
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Thank you! I searched for one to add, but couldn’t really find one, there you have it!
The pootie pic isn’t photo shopped, it actually paint/dye on the cats. Apparently, a lot of people do it these days…..
and what a caring creature your daughter must be, to build so careful and pretty a place.
we love autumn because it’s cross-country running season. every saturday, up at dawn and off to another local state or county park. each week the air is a little crisper and the leaves a little more colorful.
and over the years have been in love with Poemhunters.com
Search the topic you want and lose an afternoon or evening!
My fishing for Roach starts about now. The small river I go to is only accessible through a large wood and the only way to get through it is to scrunch my trolley wheels through the browns and reds and golds. Later in the silence of anticipation, a leaf breaks from it’s branch with a crack like a hunter’s shot and rustlings and scrabblings as squirrels add the last treasures to their store before the curly warm sleep of winter. I always stay too long and the cold of evening condenses breath upon my beard. But who wouldn’t…
the smell of autumn. my favorite season.
It’s just lovely.
when this bless’d season of change, harvest, and preparation for renewal rolls around.
Can you tell I love the Tetons? Beautiful feelings come easily this time of year. Thanks for the diary, Kris 😉
healing for the soul. i’m looking forward to more of your diaries. 🙂