outside
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“i cannot endure to waste anything so precious as autumnal sunshine by staying in the house.”
-nathaniel hawthorne
finding a mushroom village – autumn in sugarbush park
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“mushrooms were the roses in the garden of that unseen world,
because the real mushroom plant was underground.
the parts you could see – what most people called a mushroom –
was just a brief apparition. a cloud flower.”
-margaret atwood, the year of the flood
my favorite season – fall has arrived
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Fall Song
Another year gone, leaving everywhere
its rich spiced residues: vines, leaves,
the uneaten fruits crumbling damply
in the shadows, unmattering back
from the particular island
of this summer, this NOW, that now is nowhere
except underfoot, moldering
in that black subterranean castle
of unobservable mysteries – roots and sealed seeds
and the wanderings of water. This
I try to remember when time’s measure
painfully chafes, for instance when Autumn
flares out at the last, boisterous and like us longing
to stay – how everything lives, shifting
from one bright vision to another, forever
in these momentary pastures.
~ Mary Oliver ~
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image credit: Lumber Jane, Madame Cupcake@etsy
‘the winds will blow their own freshness into you,
and the storms their energy,
while cares will drop away from you like the leaves of autumn.’
-john muir
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image credit: Holding the Moon by Eric Houck