Tag Archives: seasons

autumnal tints.

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“october is the month for painted leaves….

as fruits and leaves and the day itself acquire a bright tint just before they fall,

so the year near its setting.

october is its sunset sky; november the later twilight.’

~henry david thoreau, “Autumnal Tints”

 

 

 

image credit: “Autumnal Equinox” by Maggie Vandewalle – TREES

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change.

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kinders find magic in the japanese garden

 seeing things change right before them. 

 

‘change is a measure of time, and in the autumn, time seems speeded up.

what was, is not and never will be;

what is, is change.’

-edwin way teale

 

where some see light, others see night.

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The City of Ann Arbor Government
and the 
US National Weather Service – Detroit
issued this statement yesterday:

 

We lost 38 seconds of daylight yesterday. By the end of the month, we’ll be losing over 2 minutes each day and by the end of next month, nearly 20 minutes per week. Here’s what you can expect as you savor the waning days of Michigan’s warm season:

July: -45 minutes lost
August: -1 hour 16 minutes lost
September: -1 hour 22 minutes lost
October: -1 hour 23 minutes lost
November: -1 hour 1 minute lost

It won’t be long until you have an extra 6 hours of darkness to spend on your indoor hobbies. Have a great Monday.

i think that someone may have been very hot and had a tough monday.
“we’re burnin’ daylight.”

-john wayne

image credit: kur4

 

mixed.

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mixed feelings

when walking inside from another round of snow

and being greeted by a 4th of july display

at least i have my sandals on 

with my long down coat

and i am ready for anything.

“there are certain odd times and occasions

in this strange mixed affair we call life

when a man takes his whole universe for a vast practical joke.”

-herman melville

today.

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on the spring equinox

Today

if ever there were a spring day so perfect,
so uplifted by a warm intermittent breeze

that it made you want to throw
open all the windows in the house

and unlatch the door to the canary’s cage,
indeed, rip the little door from its jamb,

a day when the cool brick paths
and the garden bursting with peonies

seemed so etched in sunlight
that you felt like taking

a hammer to the glass paperweight
on the living room end table,

releasing the inhabitants
from their snow-covered cottage

so they could walk out,
holding hands and squinting

into this larger dome of blue and white,
well, today is just that kind of day.

– billy collins

 

 

art credit: Francesca Rizzato Art