Days are Getting Shorter (New Poem by Polly Castor with Photos)
Let’s relish this turning inward, this harvest time of hope, by being outside to marvel at it all.
Let’s relish this turning inward, this harvest time of hope, by being outside to marvel at it all.
I love painting outside in the fall, and it is so fun to get to use my cadmiums! They’ve just done the haying the hill, so the field is bare. It’s the place to be but getting there is gorgeous too.
It has been lovely studying these colors for my next paintings.
I’ve spent a lot of time pondering (and taking photos of) leaves on the pond.
I’ve been glorying in the bright blue skies and the leaves changing color.
It was a busy month, but I still went on some regular walks in my nearby Huntington State Park. In November, I was joined on my walks by a house guest who is a fellow blog reader of yours, as well as both daughters in succession, and my husband, although most days I walk alone. … Read more
I am so grateful for this place, the blue October skies, and all this color.
So round and round it goes each abundance a continuance from the last, uniquely beautiful and usefully contributing in every season– the cycle of life ongoing and ever-present.
She, with youthful lavishness, spends all her wealth in gaudy dress….
I’m grateful for walking at Huntington State Park; I basked in the foliage colors and the endlessly fascinating reflections.