I absolutely had to retire this time of year

Because I love it so.  I would gather all the colors and keep them with me every day if I could.  I am an autumn person.

Just back from a morning walk. The colors are still beautiful here and we laughed as the gold and red leaves showered down on us like snowflakes. I am trying to push all the work related clutter out of my brain by surfacing great memories from the past. I remembered learning this poem in high school, by Gerard Manley Hopkins as I took in all the colors of the day.

The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
And wears man's smudge and shares man's smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.
And for all this, nature is never spent;
There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs —
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.


Again the big buck remained elusive, we did not spot him at all, but a few does were kind enough to pose for me. I zoomed in, and they let me get within about 15 feet of them before they danced off. 



More later, I have to finish my exercises and then  get ready for Mass. After that, it's either raking leaves or cleaning up the quiltorium, which looks like this right now.




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  1. I'm looking forward to finding a post of the more recent quiltorium. Love that word.

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