“Not everyone has your passion for dead leaves.” Jane Austen

John Everett Millais had a passion for beauty and it’s ugly step sister–death. Always with beauty comes the sad acknowledgment of its fleeting nature. Oh, well. These girls are gathering leaves . . . to BURN them. But the environment, you say! Burning leaf parties used to be fun in the old days. I guess…

Autumn Poetry

Autumn I Saw old Autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like Silence, listening To silence, for no lonely bird would sing Into his hollow ear from woods forlorn, Nor lowly hedge nor solitary thorn;— Shaking his languid locks all dewy bright With tangled gossamer that fell by night, Pearling his coronet of golden corn….

Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition . . .

And the mashed potatoes with gravy, please. Dear Parents, Don’t let the picture fool you. Outdoor feasts are not quite what they’re cracked up to be, but it’s better than fighting. Happy Thanksgiving. Your loving son, Charles Foster   illustration courtesy Time Life Books

Autumn

Winslow Homer never disappoints.