Flavor of Fall

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The changing of the seasons alway get me outside more often than any other season.

Every fall, I say, fall is my favorite season, yet when spring finally comes around, it’s my absolute favorite. I guess I can say that a changing season is my favorite.

Like spring, there are new things to be found each day. The trees change at different times, mushrooms pop up, and the skies are the bluest. watercolorleavesofbeauty

The last three Autumns I have stitched a linen dish cloth I picked up at Anthropology for a friend, Nina Bagley, who was born in October. I finished it this year, adding the words below from Mary Oliver. I absolutely love this poem.

Song for Autumn

In the deep fall
don’t you imagine the leaves think how
comfortable it will be to touch
the earth instead of the
nothingness of air and the endless
freshets of wind? And don’t you think
the trees themselves, especially those with mossy,
warm caves, begin to think

of the birds that will come — six, a dozen — to sleep
inside their bodies? And don’t you hear
the goldenrod whispering goodbye,
the everlasting being crowned with the first
tuffets of snow? The pond
vanishes, and the white field over which
the fox runs so quickly brings out
its blue shadows. And the wind pumps its
bellows. And at evening especially,
the piled firewood shifts a little,
longing to be on its way.

By Mary Oliverembroidery

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Just dropping in to share some of the beauty I have found these last two months. Sharing my Thanksgiving table photos soon. drying leaves

Katey

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4 thoughts on “Flavor of Fall

  1. deddy All the fall also bring the crunch and wonderful taste of Sue cookies with the fresh brewed coffee on said:

    And the Fall also brings the crunch and wonderful taste of Sue Cookies with freshly brewed coffee

    • I’ll bet Nina was thrilled with her gift–so much love stitched into it! Your “deddy” baked me some Sue cookies, and I love dunking them in coffee or a glass of cold milk. They are like your gift to Nina–the love baked into them makes them extra special!

  2. Thank you Katey! Love your post! Your gift to Nina is precious and I know she must treasure you as a friend. I love the poem–and your owls are too sweet! (especially the one saying “xo”!)

    Your photos are always such a treat. Thank you again for sharing the beauty you see. XO

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