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The beginning of this month also happens to mean the countdown to baby is getting that much closer! Just 33 more days... can't wait to meet him!
Friday, November 1, 2013
Welcome November!
Although November has started with clouds and rain, the leaves are well on their way to a beautiful array of autumnal colors and I'm enjoying the shift of seasons. I love breaking out the rich oranges and reds in my wardrobe! I've also gotten in the habit lately of changing my computer desktop every month for a fun and visually pleasing reminder of the calendar days. For the month of November, I've put together two new desktop wallpapers for you to enjoy as well!
The beginning of this month also happens to mean the countdown to baby is getting that much closer! Just 33 more days... can't wait to meet him!
The beginning of this month also happens to mean the countdown to baby is getting that much closer! Just 33 more days... can't wait to meet him!
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November wears a Paisley shawl
ReplyDeleteTo keep ker sagging shoulders warm.
Her bonnet's decked with rusty flowers,
An apple basket's on her arm,
And with a dusty, rustly sound
Her wide skirts sweep along the ground.
She trudges up the sunset hills,
In spite of winds a-blowing,
To seek a shelter on beyond -
She must know where she's going -
For, wrapped in Paisley red and brown,
She rustles, rustles through the town.
Hilda Morris
A very pretty word-picture. Your next post should be about a paisley shawl! :)
ReplyDeleteHere's another poem I like that mentions the change of seasons...
Spring and Fall
Gerard Manley Hopkins (1918)
to a young child
Margaret, are you grieving
Over Goldengrove unleaving?
Leaves, like the things of man, you
With your fresh thoughts care for, can you?
Ah! as the heart grows older
It will come to such sights colder
By & by, nor spare a sigh
Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie;
And yet you wíll weep & know why.
Now no matter, child, the name:
Sorrow’s springs are the same.
Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed
What héart héard of, ghóst guéssed:
It is the blight man was born for,
It is Margaret you mourn for.
Gerard is a little higher brow than Hilda, but I promise to read this poem every day until it makes sense. We'll see how many days it takes. I'll report later ~
ReplyDeleteNovember
ReplyDeleteby William Cullen Bryant
Yet one smile more, departing, distant sun!
One mellow smile through the soft vapory air,
Ere, o'er the frozen earth, the loud winds run,
Or snows are sifted o'er the meadows bare.
One smile on the brown hills and naked trees,
And the dark rocks whose summer wreaths are cast,
And the blue gentian flower, that, in the breeze,
Nods lonely, of her beauteous race the last.
Yet a few sunny days, in which the bee
Shall murmur by the hedge that skirts the way,
The cricket chirp upon the russet lea,
And man delight to linger in thy ray.
Yet one rich smile, and we will try to bear
The piercing winter frost, and winds, and darkened air.
Beautiful! Feeling these sentiments exactly as the "gray days" begin to come upon Chicago. Hoping for a few more days of sunshine before winter closes in!
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