I cried over beautiful things knowing no beautiful thing lasts.
The field of cornflower yellow is a scarf at the neck of the copper sunburned woman,
the mother of the year, the taker of seeds.
The northwest wind comes and the yellow is torn full of holes, new beautiful things
come in the first spit of snow on the northwest wind, and the old things go,
not one lasts.
~ Carl Sandburg, 1878-1967.
Credits: Image Source: Matt @ GreenKayak73 at Senoia, Georgia. Quote: In the Meantime
Live & Learn 
Yep – the “ripening” has begun. The edges of the maples are starting to turn red and the oaks fading to yellow. Something bittersweet about autumn. Then again – can spring be far behind? 🙂
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Spring?! Wow. Talk about an optimist. Farmer’s Almanac is calling for this to be one of the toughest winters on record. Yes, spring can’t be far behind. 🙂
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Beautiful, the cycle of life in all its glory.
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It is beautiful…
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Happy new month, my friend. 🙂
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Happy new month to you too Marina.
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lovely, and i am reminded of ‘nothing gold can stay’
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Yes…
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Magnificent..I can feel the movement of the colors and the seasons. Happy October – yet, can it really be October already?
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Yes, he does a marvelous job of bringing us along. Happy October to you too Mimi.
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This is my favorite time of the year.
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Mine too Rick…
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