The Last Lovely Smile—Thursday, September 22, 2016

“Autumn, the year’s last, loveliest smile.”–William Cullen Bryant

corn-drying-downThe farm is exploding with the simple joy of Fall.  The scents are an intoxicating mix of drying corn leaves, dusty weeds; the air so buoyant it feels like a carnival.

fall-flowersFall has it’s own mix of flowers; washing over the land to collide with the changing of the leaves upon the trees

fall-on-the-farm-back-road

A walk, or ride, or to work on the land is like staring into a world being created by Picasso or Dr. Seuss.

fall-on-the-farm-roadThe nights are cool, with morning bordering on cold

golden-hairThe golden corn sings and sighs in the breezes and protests mighty in heavy winds

storms-coming-inA storm came in on Wednesday the air hazy with the promise of moisture. The clouds brooding and sullen, dropping rain in the canyons. Not a good thing with harvest.

weed-seedsStill the weeds, the grasses, and all the plants and flowers sing out HOPE!  Hope for the coming of Spring.  Hope for the new dawn of awaking, after a long rest in winter.

After all Hope never dies out.

From my world to your heart,

Linda

 

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17 thoughts on “The Last Lovely Smile—Thursday, September 22, 2016

  1. I think the landscapes are Dr Seuss-y, not Picasso, but then I really never aged out of my love of children’s literature. But more importantly, your words described the look, feel, and scent of the land so beautifully. And now — your wood is put by and you can (I hope) take it just a teeny bit easier for a few months while you dream and hope of the coming of spring.

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