Thursday, October 02, 2014

aaaaaaaaaaand it's October....

Whatthehell happened to September?

Having too much fun to keep track?

Too busy to pay attention?

The leaves are doing their annual color-burst show.

I really, really love Fall. How 'bout you?


Doom said...

I do enjoy it. I just can't do much in it, or in winter. Time to park the rig and smell the roses. Not that I have had much of a summer, but it's been a cool summer, or to me. I'm starting to think I really am a bear, and hibernation is a truth for me.

I don't know about leaves, and all that, though I like seeing them change... when I notice. It's more a sensation... the long sleepy time.

September? What about August? Heck, June and July. I've been robbed!

Anonymous said...

Autumn is my favorite season. And I enjoy seeing the leaves on my sugar maple turn a gorgeous burst of brilliant yellow. What I don't like is having to pay to have those stupid leaves raked. Oh, well. Guess that's the price to pay for a short period of beauty.


Joe said...

Fall has become my favorite time of the year

J Cosmo Newbery said...

Generally love them all. it is spring here ands the garden is lovely. Summer can be worst, with the bright greens of spring going grey-green and crunchy.

boneman said...

What happened to September?
Well, don't you remember?
It lays in wait, along with August..
and after Summer next, it will again reach us.

But for now, the cold air of the North arrives,
The bitter winds of the ice fields it drives.
And soon the white blankets make mountains so tall,
THAT is what has happened to the Fall, y'all.

And some see the colors so brilliant and bright,
Lighting the forests in greens', reds', and oranges' light.
And as they say "pretty," and such as that often,
they also know that the cold does not soften...

Until late Spring when warm is supposed to come,
Or it may be an easy Winter, but unexpected by some.
Like Miami under water, as it was centuries ago.
THEY suffer, though never having seen the chilling snow.

Alas, I sit too long at this and now must go.
For I use chopped wood to do battle with the snow.
If you wish warmer heat and good chow, though...
Come hither and I'll share of my wood and cooking you know.

And we'll laugh into the cold stars and speak of good dogs.
Pass me a match, won't you?
for to light another of these logs.