I cannot endure to waste anything
as precious as autumn sunshine
by staying in the house.
So I spend almost all
the
daylight hours in the open air.
~Nathaniel Hawthorne
The garden releases its last
radiance, not as something failed,
but as its full reason for being: to give
continually, to its last bit of energetic being.
Its giving is its beauty. It is a smile;
it is the heart of love.
So the birdsong that surrounds me
is given, not away, but into the world.
It is given as rain, as sunlight, as snowfall
and autumn leaves. It falls on our ears
as what it is, with no deception,
the complete truth of being.
Even the smell of decay, drifting from
a deer, dead by the side of the road, says:
“This is what I am and no other. I do not
pretend to be. Even in death I speak
without deceit, even unto my flesh,
my very bones.”
Be tolerant of these songs,
my musings on the way these things are.
For I cannot give up the garden to winter except
by giving myself as well, fully and completely,
into the praise of our mutual beauty,
our total loving of the world.
~Edited and adapted poem
by Richard Wehrman
I applied my heart to what I observed and learned a lesson from what I saw… ~Proverbs 24:32 ✝
**Image by Natalie; special effects created by my grandson, Joe, and I on my computer and on iPiccy
Beautiful and you and Joe did a great job on the pic. ❤ ❤
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Thanks‼️I’ll let Joe know you thought so! He’s such a sweetheart❣️❌⭕️
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A blue period—like a blue trumpet heralding continued wonderment —blow on blow on blue trumpet!
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Ah yes! Blow on lovely blue trumpet! ❣️😘
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Beautiful photo and musings on the mysteries of autumn.
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Thanks Brad👍😊❤️
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My pleasure. 🙂
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You and Joe did a good job on the photo. Today has been a very comfortable day outside.
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Thanks! It’s still hot and humid here 😦
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