Autumn is the season of the harvest, the third act ......
Varied hues create character, no longer green. Skin tingles in the fresh fall air as the leaves drop, one by one, to the ground without a sound.... Quiet.
An occasional rustle breaks the silence. It is true the birds and cicadas no longer play, but the mosquitoes too are gone, the trade off. Sandals make way for sweaters pulled from the shelf..... Comfort.
An occasional rustle breaks the silence. It is true the birds and cicadas no longer play, but the mosquitoes too are gone, the trade off. Sandals make way for sweaters pulled from the shelf..... Comfort.
And so it goes, as we harvest what we have sown, in our families and our friendships. We gather. Experience tells us what to take with us and what to leave behind.... Reflection.
Around the fire, nostagic notes blend with recent tunes, a pleasant recipe.
My favorite season, so far.......
I raise a well aged glass to you.
Around the fire, nostagic notes blend with recent tunes, a pleasant recipe.
My favorite season, so far.......
I raise a well aged glass to you.
For a favorite oldie.....Click Here.
Stevie Nicks, Landslide
5 comments:
What a beautiful metaphor for those of us in the autumn of our lives. Nice!
What a great song. I have not heard it in awhile and it takes me back. I am glad that you used a recent verion. Stevie has aged well!
Love it!
I'm on a Fleetwood Mac kick now :) Thanks Jody, and thank you Pandora Radio!
A glass of wine, good friends and Fleetwood Mac... Life is good!
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