Monday, 19 March 2012

Monday; Sola;

The lovely Setsugekka, Camelia sasanqua; is always the harbinger of autumn, the first of the Camelias to flower. The white flowers pristine, sometimes with a breath of pink. It is deilcately beautiful.

This morning I have to make myself to write about something beautiful; the words are not flowing today;
Outside the wind has chased the clouds to make  room for blue and gold, I did not expect it this morning.
Perhaps my day improves too, something chasing off the clouds.

To cheer me up a few lines of  A MERRY AUTUMN
 It's all a farce,—these tales they tell 
        About the breezes sighing, 
    And moans astir o'er field and dell, 
        Because the year is dying.

 Such principles are most absurd,— 
        I care not who first taught 'em; 
    There's nothing known to beast or bird 
        To make a solemn autumn.

 Now purple tints are all around; 
        The sky is blue and mellow; 
    And e'en the grasses turn the ground 
        From modest green to yellow.

 The seed burs all with laughter crack 
        On featherweed and jimson; 
    And leaves that should be dressed in black 
        Are all decked out in crimson. 

                Merry Autumn, a wonderful hymn by Paul L. Dunbar.

Somewhere over the oceans is an other world where spring sows tiny bells of happiness.

A favourite;
As you slide down the banister of life, may the splinters never point in the wrong direction.

And an other favourite
...tomorrow is another day.


  1. A lovely quote, and tribue to autumn, and such a lovely flower too!

  2. There is something rather pleasing about the thought that as Autumn creeps up in one part of our world, Spring is let loose in another. There is some kind of meaning there, some kind of constancy, some kind of renewal.

  3. Hi Karen, thank you for your HELLO. T♥

  4. Hello Alan, yes, it is in a funny way...just right!