Frosted times
Let me take you back to the end of October last year,
To a cold day of frosted eyelashes on leaves.
It was a stunning bright day
Perfect for a drive out to the horse ranch
Sporting its old Grand Central clock on the side of the barn.
The brilliance of the sun
Turned the wires into art
And behind the frosted thistles
I discovered a secret world of rainbow bubbles.
On the way home, I stopped to admire
The endurance of this ancient rune stone
(And to wonder if the Simpsons was based on the pattern on the stone…
Look at those eyes!)
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Delicious autumn
Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.
— George Eliot
There is something special about the blue weather of October with its intense skies. The leaves glow as if they were part of a Monet painting.
The very light of autumn makes the treetops sing and the grass shine.
The falling of the leaves whisper to the living, of new beginnings hidden there in the ending of things.
And there, up in the blue, a single leaf takes wing – the butterfly of autumn – to remind us that life is change.
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Through frosted glasses
September became October and offered the early riser a perfect lawn of lacy grass.
Crunchy frostiness underfoot. Tingling fingers encased in long-forgotten gloves.
The ghostly ground veiled in white offered the perfect contrast to the rich colours of trees and house.
A tree laden with rowan berries – a harbinger of a snowy winter. Peeking through the branches, a shy farm displays its new roof of frost, as if to say: At last! Autumn is here!
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