In the pleasant orchard closes,
`God bless all our gains’, say we;
But `May God bless all our losses’
Better suits with our degree.”
A closeup of one tree in the fall orchard featured yesterday.
Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay. ~ Robert Browning
Nice contrast, pretty red colors. Here’s a bigger version
The groves were God’s first temples. ~ William Cullen Bryant, “A Forest Hymn”
Took this photo outside my building at work. Not quite the same as Vermont, but at least we get a little color and a chance to wear our sweaters before it gets warm again in a couple months. Of course, I enhanced this photo a little with an HDR filter – you can see the artifacts on the tree trunks, but that’s ok.
Vermont’s a place where barns come painted
Red as a strong man’s heart
Where stout carts and stout boys in freckles
Are highest forms of art.”
~ Robert Tristram Coffin
Though hampered by the overcast sky, I was still able to capture a little of the beauty of this Vermont home.
If I can put one touch of rosy sunset into the life of any man or woman, I shall feel that I have worked with God. ~ Gilbert K. Chesterton
More colorful sunset stuff.
“The real winners are not those at the top but those who have come the farthest over the toughest roads. Your victory may never make the headlines. But you will know about it, and that’s what counts.” ~ Ernest A. Fitzgerald
Photo taken from a moving car, so not so focused, but shows again the beauty of the empty roads in Vermont in fall.
“If you don’t know [your family’s] history, then you don’t know anything. You are a leaf that doesn’t know it is part of a tree” ~ Michael Crichton
I took this in the back yard of the bride during a family wedding. Knowing your family history is really interesting, and you can trace certain family successes and failures from the distant past even up to the present.
Some even believe that family ‘curses’ like commitments to witchcraft or divination can negatively affect future generations.
At least this seems true, the ‘sins’ of the parents, be they angry discipline, alcoholism, and various emotional dysfunctions, certainly are passed down and must be mercilessly uprooted in our own lives if we want to protect our own marriages, selves, and children from them.
“Autumn, the year’s last, loveliest smile.” ~ William Cullen Bryant (1794 – 1878) American romantic poet
It was very overcast during my trip to Vermont, but here’s the best photo I could get of the fall colors. Hope you find it beautiful!
Another tree stump which eerily looks like a human body. I take this second day to remember the victims of 9/11, and to remind us that Islam is not just another religion, it’s a violent, misogynistic, pedophilic, domineering, anti-semitic, and perverse religion that has shed blood since its inception, and one of the main enemies of modern humanity. Do yourself a favor, go listen to ex-muslims like those listed below and don’t be fooled by the pretty face of the millions of good muslims who ‘fail’ to follow Mohammed’s violent example.
In the seventh century of the Christian era a wandering Arab, of the lineage of Hagar, the Egyptian, combining the powers of transcendent genius with the preternatural energy of a fanatic and the fraudulent spirit of an impostor, proclaimed himself as a messenger from Heaven, and spread desolation and delusion over an extensive portion of the earth. ~ John Quincy Adams
I watched the 9/11 show of the O’Reilly Factor, and they just showed a documentary on 9/11. It reminded me that, though there are lots of nice Muslims out there, the religion itself is poisonous and anti-human. I doubt you could sway me from that – I think it’s the most heinous ideology since Nazism, and worse than Nazism because it’s both antisemitic AND driven by a belief in divine mandate to kill or supress unbelievers.
This stature of yours is like a palm tree,
And your breasts like its clusters.
I said, “I will go up to the palm tree,
I will take hold of its branches.”
Let now your breasts be like clusters of the vine,
The fragrance of your breath like apples,
A nd the roof of your mouth like the best wine.
~ Song of Solomon 7:7-9
Driving down the road in my home town, I saw fruit on the decorative palms that line the main roads, and was struck that they weren’t coconuts. As it turns out, different varieties of palms have different fruit, and these are probably female date palms. They may even be edible. I’ll try one and let you know.