Sunday, December 6, 2015

A taste of autumn

This passage from May Sarton's Journal of a Solitude pretty well describes the landscape here right now:

"I look out at trees leafless now except for one maple, where high up against the blue there is still branch after branch of translucent warm gold. The leaves sift down one by one like notes in music."

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  1. May Sarton is one of my favorite writers. I'm paraphrasing, but here's what she wrote that spoke to me and made me return to read her many times: You're never more yourself than when you're alone.

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    1. Yes, that quote will ring true to anyone who loves solitude!
      I am working my way through her journals once more.

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  2. Oh! I miss the turning of the trees. That's one thing we lose living in Florida--one think I miss.

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    1. Yes, this beauty is one of the saving graces for living where we face a season of dark and cold!

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  3. Lovely, Jennifer. All our maples have lost their leaves. We only have a few pear trees still with red and burnt orange leaves. Thanks for sharing this.

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