the golden season slips away
oh, to hold it for a while
to see this home
in context of eternity–
beyond the beautiful leaf,
- the faint song of a bird–
form beyond forms–
- “ten thousand things”
slipping away
beyond
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We’re not quite there yet here in the Flatlands Walt. Hope to find some of that tucked away on a creek soon.
Shouldn’t be long before you’re casting into the gold, Ken. Good luck.
Beautiful, Walt, and I’ll take some of those cookies, too!
Meanwhile, here in Florida, the temperature gauge has moved from oppressively hot to merely sweltering. Incredibly scenery up there!
Thanks Bob, I begged some of those cookies myself and got a refusal– they went off to some wedding, damnit.
Jim, This new Yahoo email system has got me all screwed up and sending responses to the wrong place, but let me say this: I don’t envy Floridians for their weather in summer and fall, but in winter you’ve got us beat, no doubt.
I think there’s something up with your blog Walt. I just was going to leave a sarcastically funny response about getting old and screwing things up, I hit reply under you and it’s saying I’m leaving a reply to Bob Stanton. I know that’s not right. I’ll hold my getting old comments to you till I know there going to you. I’d hate to insult Bob.
Ken, It’s Yahoo’s recent change to the email that’s ****ing everything up around here and I’m not sure how to fix it yet. Everything seems to be on a thread, so my responses to all comments (and I will always more than welcome them) will be made here on the blog. Hopefully this issue will get resolved.
Gator, this was a beautiful post in both words and images. Thanks for them. Great looking cookies, too, and that’s from someone who ran DDU. I miss the Fall of the States, but Barcelona is doing a decent facsimile.
Best,
G
Hey good Doctor, thanks for the encouragement. L asked if you know that she baked them. Sure, I said, he knows I couldn’t have done it! Happy trails in Barcelona!
Of course I could figger that one out, Herr Doktor- tell your beautiful wife I admire her baking skills, ok?
She say THANKS!, Docta G….
Very nice Walt.
Are those concord grapes?
Thank you, Alan. Actually those grapes are a wild variety, growing on our property. Small but interesting on the palette.
Those are beautiful pictures. What I wouldn’t give to smell the fresh, crisp air and hear the rustling of autumn leaves–all while drinking some fresh cider or a brown ale in front of a fire in the rec room.
Wish you could be here, Junior, to soak up some of that natural glory with us. Ah well, the wheel goes round, and more good stuff is coming.