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When Blackthorn blossoms leap to sight;
They deck the hedge with starry light,
In early Spring
When rough winds blow,
Each promising
A purple sloe!

And now is Autumn here, and lo,
The Blackthorn bears the purple sloe!
But ah, how much
Too sharp these plums,
Until the touch
Of Winter comes!

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Septiembre by Gaspar Camps

(from The Golden Age of Illustration group on FB)
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Originally posted by [livejournal.com profile] levkonoe at М.Михайлошина



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Originally posted by [livejournal.com profile] levkonoe at Marjolein Bastin




Не надо оставлять здесь лайки. Я воспринимаю их как "на, отвяжись". Если вам нечего сказать о картине - просто идите мимо.


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A Nosty Fright

The roldengod and the soneyhuckle,
the sack eyed blusan and the wistle theed
are all tangled with the oison pivy,
the fallen nine peedles and the wumbleteed.

A mipchunk caught in a wobceb tried
to hip and skide in a dandy sune
but a stobler put up a EEP KOFF sign.
Then the unfucky lellow met a phytoon

and was sept out to swea. He difted for drays
till a hassgropper flying happened to spot
the boolish feast all debraggled and wet,
covered with snears and tot.

Loonmight shone through the winey poods... )
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Pumpkin s'mores cake bars, from Picky Palate

An easy recipe and one that would be fun to make with kids; a bit too sweet for my taste, though (the marshmallows and the cake mix, you know?)
I used Ghirardelli's semi-sweet baking chocolate rather than Hershey's milk.

Also, I definitely recommend using parchment paper to line the baking dish...
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Как птицы, скачут и бегут, как мыши,
Сухие листья кленов и берез,
С ветвей срываясь, устилают крыши,
Пока их ветер дальше не унес.

Read more... )

They leap like birds and run like mice,
The dry leaves of maples and birches,
Flying off the branches, they line the roofs,
Until the wind carries them further away.

Read more... )

September

Sep. 27th, 2016 11:01 pm
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"The breezes taste
Of apple peel.
The air is full
Of smells to feel-
Ripe fruit, old footballs,
Burning brush,
New books, erasers,
Chalk, and such.
The bee, his hive,
Well-honeyed hum,
And Mother cuts
Chrysanthemums.
Like plates washed clean
With suds, the days
Are polished with
A morning haze."

- John Updike
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(from Beautiful Photos of the World FB pg)
~~~

("You don't have to do it right, you just have to do something" --Good Juju on FB)

Let's not let perfectionism hold us back. As my niece, Emily, once said as a young girl, "Practice makes progress because perfection isn't possible."

Let's just take the next baby step toward the life that speaks to our heart.

cecilia, the good juju goddess
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The Grist Mill at Babcock State Park in West Virginia
Photo by @brywvu842

(from World Full of Beauty FB pg)

Hee ;)

Oct. 31st, 2015 01:41 pm
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(from Carole Field, at Cher Car Kennels, on FB)

(I'm not overly fond of the skeleton decorations, but this one amused me, for some reason)
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This charming picture is reposted from [livejournal.com profile] kavery --many thanks!
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 photo HEbz78qI2c4_zpspwdcal5f.jpg

Autumn

Oct. 16th, 2015 09:38 pm
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Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it,
and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth
seeking the successive autumns.”

- Mary Ann Evans, Aka: George Eliot.

Photo: Polesden Lacey, Great Bookham, near Dorking, Surrey, by Eddie Hyde.


Source: Marianne Curnow Kiendl's post in the Victorian History (1837 - 1901) FB group
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Originally posted by [livejournal.com profile] levkonoe at Римма Вьюгова




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Как птицы, скачут и бегут, как мыши,
Сухие листья кленов и берез,
С ветвей срываясь, устилают крыши,
Пока их ветер дальше не унес.

Осенний сад не помнит, увядая,
Что в огненной листве погребена
Такая звонкая, такая молодая,
Еще совсем недавняя весна,

Что эти листья - летняя прохлада,
Струившая зеленоватый свет...
Как хорошо, что у деревьев сада
О прошлых днях воспоминанья нет.

(S. Marshak)
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Цветная осень - вечер года -
Мне улыбается светло.
Но между мною и природой
Возникло тонкое стекло.

Весь этот мир - как на ладони,
Но мне обратно не идти.
Еще я с вами, но в вагоне,
Еще я дома, но в пути.

(С. Маршак)

The colorful autumn--the evening of the year--
Smiles brightly at me.
But between myself and nature
A thin layer of glass rose up.

This entire world is clearly visible,
But I won't be going back.
I'm still with you, but I'm already on the train,
I'm still at home, but already underway.

(S. Marshak)
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Originally posted by [livejournal.com profile] kortan at post

Григорий Мясоедов Осеннее утро 1893

Золотая осень

Осень. Сказочный чертог,
Всем открытый для обзора.
Просеки лесных дорог,
Заглядевшихся в озера.
Как на выставке картин: )

October

Oct. 1st, 2015 06:20 am
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October

October is the treasurer of the year,
And all the months pay bounty to her store;
The fields and orchards still their tribute bear,
And fill her brimming coffers more and more.
But she, with youthful lavishness,
Spends all her wealth in gaudy dress,
And decks herself in garments bold
Of scarlet, purple, red, and gold.

She heedeth not how swift the hours fly,
But smiles and sings her happy life along;
She only sees above a shining sky;
She only hears the breezes' voice in song.
Her garments trail the woodlands through,
And gather pearls of early dew
That sparkle, till the roguish Sun
Creeps up and steals them every one.

But what cares she that jewels should be lost,
When all of Nature's bounteous wealth is hers?
Though princely fortunes may have been their cost,
Not one regret her calm demeanor stirs.
Whole-hearted, happy, careless, free,
She lives her life out joyously,
Nor cares when Frost stalks o'er her way
And turns her auburn locks to gray.

(Paul Laurence Dunbar)

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