888. We know that in September we will wander through the warm winds of summer’s wreckage. ~Henry Rollins

The lawn is pressed by unseen feet as
summer’s ghost surreptitiously returns at
dawn and retreats again at twilight…
~Edited and adapted quote
by T.S. Eliot

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Bye, bye summertime, hello cooler spells
I think I’m gonna sm-ile
Bye bye scorching days, hello chilliness
I feel like could celebrate
Bye bye September goodby-eye
Bye bye September goodby-eye
~Adapted lines from the song,
Bye Bye Love, recorded by the Everly Brothers in 1957

“As long as the earth endures, seedtime and harvest, cold and heat, summer and winter, day and night will never cease.” ~Genesis 8:22  ✝

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“LITTLE BROWN LEAVES”

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… Little brown leaves dangling from the tree branches

Gleefully fluttering in the breath of the wind

Watching other leaves of brown in flight

As they go shimmering and glistening in the sunlight…

… Oh to be fancy free you and me without a tree

Making our swift departure like other leaves

Taking chances, gliding through the air

Like a bird without a care…

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… Little brown leaves fluttering so gracefully

Gliding for that perfect landing

To be among the brilliant leaves of brown

Beneath the tree upon the ground

… This old tree with its linking branches

Would I linger a while longer?

… To take a dive in the moonlight

Like a falling star across the sky’s darkest night

To go sailing on a breeze as I please

Or, dancing in mid-air, among the trees!! …

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887. Life’s too short to start your day with broken pieces of yesterday… ~Unknown

Every day may not be a good…
but there is something good in every day.
~Alice Morse Earle

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Realize that true happiness lies within you. Waste no time and effort searching for peace and contentment and joy in the world outside. Remember that there is no happiness in having or in getting, but only in giving. Reach out. Share. Smile. Hug. Happiness is a perfume you cannot pour on others without getting a few drops on yourself. ~Og Mandino

I fall, I rise, I make mistakes,
I’ve been hurt, but I learn.
And I’m alive and thankful.

As you can see my computer is up and running again, at least somewhat. All the problems have yet to be resolved and I have a lot of new stuff to learn, but hey it’s good for my aging gray matter. Because I’m so late in being able to get going on this thing today and I’m still working on issues with it, I’m sorry to say that I’m not going to be able to read all of your posts from yesterday or today. But tomorrow is a brand new day, and things should be back to normal soon.

I will praise God’s name in song and glorify Him with thanksgiving. ~Psalm 69:30  ✝

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886. What a huge mess have I unwittingly created!

It seems my browser was out of date, and so I decided to go to the to internet to find a download for a more up-to-date one. Sounds simple enough, right?! But oh no, as usual it was not a simple solution! So yours truly has a huge mess on her hands and can’t get on the Internet or back into her programs! Thus I shall be missing for God only knows how long! Hugs, from a very perturbed and unhappy camper 😦 😦 Sent from my iPhone.

885. But these are flowers that fly and all but sing… ~Robert Frost

    The butterfly is a flying flower,
The flower a tethered butterfly.
~Ponce Denis Écouchard Lebrun

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Thou spark of life that wavest wings of gold,
Thou songless wanderer mid the songful birds,
With Nature’s secrets in thy tints unrolled
Through gorgeous cipher, past the reach of words,
Yet dear to every child
In glad pursuit beguiled,
Living his unspoiled days mid flowers and flocks and herds!

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Thou winged blossom, liberated thing,
What secret tie binds thee to other flowers,
Still held within the garden’s fostering?
Will they too soar with the completed hours,
Take flight, and be like thee
Irrevocably free,
Hovering at will o’er their parental bowers?

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Or is thy lustre drawn from heavenly hues,
A sumptuous drifting fragment of the sky,
Caught when the sunset its last glance imbues
With sudden splendor, and the tree-tops high
Grasp that swift blazonry,
Then lend those tints to thee,
On thee to float a few short hours, and die?

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Birds have their nests; they rear their eager young,
And flit on errands all the livelong day;
Each fieldmouse keeps the homestead whence it sprung;
But thou art Nature’s freeman,—free to stray
Unfettered through the wood,
Seeking thine airy food,
The sweetness spiced on every blossomed spray.

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The garden one wide banquet spreads for thee,
O daintiest reveller of the joyous earth!
One drop of honey gives satiety;
A second draught would drug thee past all mirth.
Thy feast no orgy shows;
Thy calm eyes never close,
Thou soberest sprite to which the sun gives birth.
~Thomas Wentworth Higginson

The earth is the Lord’s, and everything in i, the world, and all who live in it. ~Psalm 24:1  ✝

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Tapestry

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September 27, 2015

Seasons come and seasons go as the tapestry of my life unfolds.

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Where does life experience come from? is it pre-planned? or merely coincidental?

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I’ve heard it said, my thoughts shape my destiny.

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This rings true with my soul.

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I’ve also heard it said, prayer is power.

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This also rings true with my soul.

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I’ve noticed the universe attempting to teach me with repeated similar experiences.

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And I’ve learned.

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But sometimes life gives me unexpected experiences.

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Experiences that seem totally unconnected to my thoughts, my prayer life, or my growth.

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Why?

Blessings to you from the pondering prairie.

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884. “I grow old, I grow old,” the garden says. It is nearly October. ~Excerpt from Robert Finch

For summer here, bear in mind,
is a loitering gossip, that only begins to talk
of leaving when September rises to go.
~George Washington Cable

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the air is different today
and the wind sings
with a new tone
sighing of changes coming…
~Rhawk

When September rises to go here, it is then that the amazing spider lily sits upon her scarlet throne. And when bejeweled in water beads from the sprinkler, her exotic, otherworldly charms grace the garden with a magical sort of sparkle and a melody that indeed seem to sigh along with the wind about coming changes.

…the wind blows over it and it is gone, and its place remembers it no more. ~Psalm 103:16  ✝