Archive for the ‘Joy in Nature’ Category

Another SSS (Savannah Spring Stroll)

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I LOVE strolling in my Savannah Historic District neighborhood during any season of the year.  But, oh my, Spring!

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(Honest opinion.  Don’t I look a little like an old, white Pharrell?)

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(Yes?  No?)

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(Well?)

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Walk/dance happily this spring!

 

 

 

It’s FALL-ing Pumpkins and Jack O’s!

 

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They’re simply everywhere I turn these days!

Who let da punkins out?

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(Sorry.  I sorta fell backwards in the pic above.)

But, seriously?  Nearly 800 pounds?!  (The pumpkin, not me.)

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Merry Autumn

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Fall is most definitely my favorite season of the year.  Even with its touch of “summer’s over” melancholy, autumn slowly paints the world with warmly joyful colors, smells and scenes.  The season makes me feel energized and ready to start anew (maybe partly because I’m an educator and connect fall to the new school year).

Autumn wants to make us pause and smile.

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Here’s a terrific poem, by late 19th century poet Paul Laurence Dunbar, which shows fall’s happy face.  Read it out loud to feel, as well as see and hear, the words.

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.

In solemn times, when grief holds sway
With countenance distressing,
You’ll note the more of black and gray
Will then be used in dressing.

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.

A butterfly goes winging by;
A singing bird comes after;
And Nature, all from earth to sky,
Is bubbling o’er with laughter.

The ripples wimple on the rills,
Like sparkling little lasses;
The sunlight runs along the hills,
And laughs among the grasses.

The earth is just so full of fun
It really can’t contain it;
And streams of mirth so freely run
The heavens seem to rain it.

Don’t talk to me of solemn days
In autumn’s time of splendor,
Because the sun shows fewer rays,
And these grow slant and slender.

Why, it’s the climax of the year,—
The highest time of living!—
Till naturally its bursting cheer
Just melts into thanksgiving.

— by Paul Laurence Dunbar

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Happy Fall, Y’all!

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September 22:  Autumn‘s finally here (at least on the calendar, if not in the temperature).  I LOVE Fall–the colors, the smells, even the tinge of melancholy at summer’s demise.

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(Pics from a house around the corner from me.)

In Just

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my favorite e.e. cummings poem. and it’s about spring!

 

[in Just-]

 

in Just-

spring when the world is mud-

luscious the little

lame balloonman

whistles far and wee

and eddieandbill come

running from marbles and

piracies and it’s

spring

when the world is puddle-wonderful

the queer

old balloonman whistles

far and wee

and bettyandisbel come dancing

from hop-scotch and jump-rope and

it’s

spring

and

the

goat-footed

balloonMan whistles

far

and

wee

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By E. E. Cummings

Beauty Blooms

I went for a short walk this morning around my apartment in Savannah’s historic district.  Here’s a bit of what I saw.

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Then the rain clouds opened up, and I had to dash back home.

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Thus the last blurry pic.

“Tell them dear, that if eyes were made for seeing, then beauty is its own excuse for being.”

— Ralph Waldo Emerson

I See Icy Joy

Today I see icy joy.

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While we didn’t get the Savannah snow and ice storm that was predicted, Mama Winter DID INDEED show up last night with her freezing temperatures and icy tentacles.

My window ledge:

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My poor little Scion, Skedaddler:

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Okay, okay, I know that if you’re reading this post in Minnesota, you’re making fun of me by now.  But this IS the deep South, and 50 degrees is brrr to us.

And while freezing temperatures bring all sorts of serious problems, the cold also shares some joy.  Below are a few examples of winter’s beauty in my historic district neighborhood.

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I ventured out to the weekly Gratitude in the Squares gathering at 12:12 pm, this week in beautiful Columbia Square.  Six of us showed up–what cold fun!

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Stay warm!