Books by the old Leather Chair

  • Snow In The Summer
  • My Bible
  • The Power of Silence
  • What Comes Next and to Like It
  • Encore Provence
  • A Year in Provence

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

True

Another delightful
cool morning.

Sweaters
you need to
come out of storage.

No cricket sounds
as of yet

Delightful scent in the air
as I drive down country roads
from early harvest
of some tabacco

Thoughts of homemade
soup keep arising....

11 comments:

FlowerLady Lorraine said...

Lovely thoughts for my first post read of this morning.

It is very warm and humid here and I will look for the good in today and rejoice.

Have a wonderful day ~ FlowerLady

Friko said...

It is a little early here still; summer has been cold-hearted, with just the odd tantalising glimpse of what it could be if only it could get over being mean.

You make autumn almost something to look forward to.

One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods. said...

Ursala, my summer was almost mean also. For some strange reason autumn thoughts are peaceful to me.
Maybe less work and heat.
Flowerlady, thank you for visiting.

Lynn said...

The days here are still hot and humid ~ sunrises and sunsets have been more than glorious. Soon the quote below will be singing it’s song.

There is a harmony in autumn, and a luster in its sky, which through the summer is not heard or seen, as if it could not be, as if it had not been! ~Percy Bysshe Shelley

One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods. said...

Lynn, thanks for visiting - love the quote...

wholly jeanne said...

Up on top of the mountain, we've had to bring out the sweaters early this year, and we never put the blankets up, sleeping under them all but a very few days of summer. I love fall. There's something so quietening about it. I know some find it easy to fall into melancholy during this particular time of the year, but not this woman. And homemade vegetable soup? Oh be still my heart. I mean taste buds. . .

One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods. said...

jeanne, thank you so much for visiting. I love Fall also,
seems I finally begin to slow down and love sweaters and blanket and soup simmering on the stove...

Wisewebwoman said...

I adore Fall too. I prefer the term "Autumn" though. And I give you a 9th century translation of an Irish poem about autumn:

Thus my song:
shouting stag;
drips down ice;
summer sags.

high wind wails.
sun can't pierce;
short its course.
sea swims fierce.

red run ferns,
shape concealed.
frequent calls
greygoose peal

fetters frost
seagulls strong.
time is ice;
thus my song.

XO
WWW

Sky said...

we are having summer here - finally! tomorrow is going to be 93, but it won't feel like 93 does in the south - won't have that sticky, humidity with it. we usually get 2 or 3 days of 90s each summer; back to 80 on saturday and by sunday we're in the 70s again where we stay most of the summer. within 2-3 weeks, however, we will be fading into fall quickly. i have not left the house even once this year without a jacket for the evenings. a chill sweeps in every evening. autumn used to be my fav season until we moved to the PNW. now i am not exhausted by heat in summer so i love summer and all the time we spend outside in comfort. spring and fall are seductive, too, but fall in the NE is just stunning compared to what we have here - too many conifers and too few deciduous trees here for a gorgeous show.

One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods. said...

Wise Woman, thank you so much for commenting and also the poem.
Yes, I like the word Autumn but it seems the word Fall comes automatically out of my mouth.
I think this is because of the location I live in. You rarely hear someone use the word "Autumn".

One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods. said...

Sky, your area sound so different from this Northern Tennessee home of mine. How nice for you that you experienced my South and now this wonderful location.
Think of you often and hope all is going well...