October 24th – Write 31 Days – Gorgeous Grape Vines

grape-vinesThe grapes actually changed this year. Massive amounts of burgundy and red browns. I went on a leaf pressing binge after I saw all of the gorgeous color. I love how they trail along the fence lines and twist and color things up. The color of all things this year has been especially lovely. And some of it hasn’t even changed much. It’s  a strange year. But I thought a little color was in order since we are getting another storm.

Kate

October 19 – Write 31 Days – Strawberry Red

strawberry-redNo, it’s not what you think. While we are still getting fresh strawberries ( I know, in October how can that be?!!!) what I’m talking about with Strawberry Red is the leaves. The leaves on the strawberry plants turn lovely shades of red this time of year. It looks like Christmas in the patch. I love the colors and it actually makes me hungry just looking at it. It’s so cheery.

Kate

October 13 – Write 31 Days – Clear Days

clear-daysI find it rather ironic that I would post such a pretty fall day picture when it is currently raining.

Well it’s raining, and it’s pouring, and my old man, he is snoring…… ~Priscilla An

But sometimes that’s what happens.  I fell in love with this poem in a book of children’s nature poems, and luckily I found it online. So here is Hurrahing in Harvest in its entirety

Hurrahing in Harvest

by Gerard Manley Hopkins

Summer ends now; now, barbarous in beauty, the stooks rise
Around; up above, what wind-walks! What lovely behaviour
Of silk-sack clouds! has wilder, wilful-wavier
Meal-drift moulded ever and melted across skies?

I walk, I lift up, I lift up heart, eyes,
Down all that glory in the heavens to glean our Saviour;
And, éyes, héart, what looks, what lips yet gave you a
Rapturous love’s greeting of realer, of rounder replies?

And the azurous hung hills are his world-wielding shoulder
Majestic – as a stallion stalwart, very-violet-sweet! –
These things, these things were here and but the beholder
Wanting; which two when they once meet,
The heart rears wings bold and bolder
And hurls for him, O half hurls earth for him off under his feet.

 

Kate