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.