ODE TO AUTUMN

SEASONS of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run;
To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease;
For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.

~ J. Keats (Oct. 31, 1795 - Feb. 23, 1821)  English Romantic poet.

"Making scrapbook albums is not only fun and rewarding, it is also an invaluable vehicle of communication.  Finding the right words is usually the most difficult, yet most important, part of scrapbooking.
Every family seems to have stories that are told generation after generation to define them, where they have come from, and where they are today.
You may be the only person in your family or circle of friends who will take the time to write the important details and feelings of events and relationships.  Whether you are writing about mistakes made, victories earned, or simply documenting your feelings about your loved ones, your words will be priceless to you and will help others piece together their own stories.
Sometimes what  you're writing may seem trivial at the time, but later on, you'll find that the little things are what tie us all together through the generations."

 ~ Melody Ross, what to write To Make Meaningful Albums. 2004 Chatterbox Inc., LLC.

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We live beside one of the most beautiful rivers in the world ~ the Grand.

"The landscape painter must walk in the fields with a humble mind.  No arrogant man was ever permitted to see nature in all her beauty." ~ John Constable (1776 - 1837] English landscape painter [Salisbury Cathedral, The Cornfield.]

 "Happy Thanksgiving"

 

There is sweet music here that softer falls
Than petals from blown roses on the grass,
Or night-dews on still waters between walls
Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass;
Music that gentler on the spirit lies
Than tir'd eyelids upon tir'd eyes;
Music that brings sweet sleep
Down from the blissful skies.
Here are cool mosses deep
And through the moss the ivies creep
And in the stream the long-leaved flowers weep,
And from the craggy ledge the poppy hangs in sleep.

~ From "The Lotos-eaters",  Alfred Lord Tennyson (1809 - 1892)

[Photo:  Tiffany Falls, Niagara Escarpment Ancaster]

 

 

Tiffany Falls ~ Ancaster

"Happy Thanksgiving"

"We need time to dream, time to remember and time to reach the infinite.  Time to be."

~ Gladys Taber (1889 - 1980) American writer, professor



[Photo: Courtesy Krista Schaus]

This is the weather the cuckoo likes and so do I;
When showers betumble the chestnut spikes and nestlings fly;
And little brown nightingale bills his best.
And they sit outside "The Traveller's Rest."
And maids come forth sprig ~ muslin drest
And citizens dream of the South and West,
and so do I.

~ Thomas Hardy (1840 - 1928) English novelist, poet.

[Photo:  The Village Green Cayuga, October, 2014]