There is a distinct crispness to the air today – we are in a fluctuating pattern
where it feels like autumn on day and summer the next. There’s talk that we
I can understand why on days like today, poets may wax poetical about the
cool breeze, the sound of the leaves, the singing of the birds, the first sight
of a flock of Geese (which I saw Saturday), the richness of the color of
the flowers – giving their last triumphant show.
In the October 1998 issue of Magazine they quote Edna St. Vincent Milla,
‘O world, I cannot hold thee close enough!’ Extolling the fleeting, ‘flaming
glories of an autumn day’. I agree with the sentiment, ‘Fall is a time that
stirs our souls’.
‘A leaf, a sun-beam, a landscape…What is common to them all—that
perfectness and harmony is beauty’. Ralph Waldo Emerson, “Nature”.
Each season holds its allure. To me, autumn stirs within us the desire to
walk through silent woods – imagining our own music –
‘you come, dreaming of ferns and flowers and new leaves unfolding…these
are the woods you love…Ferns, leaves, flowers, the last subtle refinement,
elegant and easeful, wait to rise and flourish’. Mary Oliver, ‘American Primitive’.
This weekend I made for us an applesauce cake – baked in a rose-shaped
bunt pan. I used apple cider with powdered sugar for the glaze. My family
told me they could detect the fragrance of the cake from upstairs and thought
I was making pancakes with apples – they were not disappointed when I
presented the cake after Sunday lunch.
Today, I offer it to you with your choice of tea or coffee – I’ve brewed
some in my French Press – I love this teacup and saucer holder that I
found at my friend’s store, ‘Rooms U Love’ It is so sweet with the cups
and looks lovely without.
These roses are Memorial Day – their fragrance is strong and a very
distinct ‘rose’ scent. The last roses, fragrant-applesauce cake, the
beconning woods, warm tea or coffee… lift my spirits as the gentle breeze
lifts and swirls around me.
‘Beguile us in the way you know…release one leaf at break of day…enchant
the land with amethyst