No.3

The summer-flower has run to seed,

And yellow is the woodland bough;

And every leaf of bush and weed

Is tipped with autumn’s pencil now.

And I do love the varied hue,

And I do love the browning plain;

And I do love each scene to view,

That’s marked with beauties of her reign.

- John Clare

Use what you have, use what the world gives you. Use the first day of fall: bright flame before winter's deadness; harvest; orange, gold, amber; cool nights and the smell of fire. Our tree-lined streets are set ablaze, our kitchens filled with the smells of nostalgia: apples bubbling into sauce, roasting squash, cinnamon, nutmeg, cider, warmth itself. The leaves as they spark into wild colour just before they die are the world's oldest performance art, and everything we see is celebrating one last violently hued hurrah before the black and white silence of winter. - Shauna Niequist from Bittersweet (Thoughts on Change, Grace, and Learning the Hard Way)

AUTUMN WOOD by Albert Bierstadt

A haiku

roses in autumn -

their beauty far surpasses

roses in June

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My Tao

Thousands of candles can be lit from a single candle, and the light of the candle will not be shortened. Happiness never decreases by being shared.
- Buddha

"Has she discovered the mess yet?"

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