Tuesday, October 02, 2007

A Vagabond Song

Autumn leaves at Westonbirt Arboretum, Gloucestershire, England.

There is something in the Autumn
that is native to my blood
Touch of manner, hint of mood,
and my heart is like a rhyme,
With the yellow and the purple,
and the crimson keeping time
The scarlet of the maples
can shake me like a cry

Brilliant orange of sunlight autumn trees




Of bugles going by
And my lonely spirit thrills
To see the frosty asters
Like smoke upon the hills

There is something in October
sets the gypsy blood astir,
We must rise and follow her,
When from every hill of flame
She calls and calls
each vagabond by name.

--Bliss Carman


Autumn in Doorn, The Netherlands.





My favorite time of the year. What's not to love?





Here's a super easy recipe that will be pretty and tasty for your next meal!
To make this pretty Fall salad:
  • press cooked spinach while warm into cups or molds and chill thoroughly in the fridge.
  • Turn out while very cold
  • Surmount each form with a round of hardboiled eggs
  • Serve on a lettuce leaf with French or cream dressing or mayonnaise.


Quote:
Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns. ~George Eliot


Blessings.

2 comments:

Peg Brantley said...

Caroline, what a beautiful post. Love those pictures.

Peg.

Caroline said...

Thank you, Peg! Glad you stopped by. Good writing!