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| Scenes from rural Ohio = Glorious. (Photos by Jeffrey Goodman) |
Autumn. My favorite time of year.
Golden colors. Crisp winds and warm sunlight. Pumpkin-flavored everything. Anticipation of what Halloween costumes my kids will don. Unearthing scarves, mittens and boots. Dark nail polish. Cozy cardigans. Hearty soups. Lots of Malbec. Spiced cider. Jumping into a pile of leaves. Apple picking. Hay rides. Snuggling by a fire.
I love the festivities as earth gets ready to sleep.
We drove through rural Northeast Ohio with friends (thank you Jeff for these beautiful shots!) to truly soak in all of Mother Nature's gorgeous fall foliage. She was totally showing off. Can you blame her?
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Among the Rocks
by Robert Browning
Oh, good gigantic smile o' the brown old earth,
This autumn morning! How he sets his bones
To bask i' the sun, and thrusts out knees and feet
For the ripple to run over in its mirth;
Listening for while, where on the heap of stones
The white breast of the sea-lark twitters sweet.
That is the doctrine, simple, ancient, true;
Such is life's trial, as old earth smiles and knows.
If you loved only what were worth your love,
Love were clear gain, and wholly well for you:
Make the low nature better by your throes!
Give earth yourself, go up for gain above!
