Tag Archives: fall

changing.

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 signs of change are all around us.

 

“the crickets felt it was their duty to warn everybody that summertime cannot last forever.

even on the most beautiful days in the whole year –

the days when summer is changing into autumn –

the crickets spread the rumor of sadness and change.”

– E.B. White

september’s champagne babies.

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here we find ourselves in september again, along with lots of babies!

 september is by far the most popular month to be born. it isn’t even a close race. september has 9 out of 10 of the most popular birth dates, with september 9th being the most popular date of all. using my holiday math formula, it’s easy to find a clear correlation between the end of the old year through the ringing in of the new year, and the volume of early fall arrivals.

1 january new year’s eve party = 1 to 1,000,000 september babies

“my favourite poem is the one that starts ‘thirty days hath september’ because it actually tells you something.” -groucho marx

 

art credit: mary evans

sure sign fall is just around the corner…

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 Guinness World Record: Man rides 38 miles in giant pumpkin

Duane Hansen has set a new Guinness World Record for riding 38 miles (61km) in a giant pumpkin.

He grew the 846lb (384kg) pumpkin in his garden with the aim to beat the 25.5 mile record, set in 2018.

Duane travelled down Missouri River and broke the record on his 60th birthday on August 27th.

“There are three things I’ve learned never to discuss with people:

religion, politics, and the Great Pumpkin.”

-Linus, It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown

credits: bbc news

 

apples to even more apples.

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opening day – tis the season! 

“if you never tasted a bad apple, you would not appreciate a good apple.

you have to experience life to understand life.”

-leon brown

 

 

 

image credit: mlive

fall, again.

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my favorite season – fall has arrived

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 ~

 

 

 

 

image credit: Lumber Jane, Madame Cupcake@etsy