Fall colours yet, anyone?

[Nomad]

Originally Posted by pinkchick

I love this time of year ... I can't wait for the leaves to start falling

Its probably my fault the trees are dying

[pinkchick]

Originally Posted by Nomad

Its probably my fault the trees are dying

I was just thinking that ....................... Just kidding

[Nomad]

Originally Posted by pinkchick

I was just thinking that ....................... Just kidding

Many a truth is told in jest.
Its ok.

[pinkchick]

Originally Posted by Nomad

Many a truth is told in jest.
Its ok.

No it's not!

[lou lou belle]

I slighly regress and feel the need to kick the leaves and love the sound thats made when you walk on a large pile of crispy ones. mmm lovely

[G-man]

No fall color where we're at now, certainly... there's a lotta' black and ash just out west of here, though.

I suspect that New England is probably on the verge, however... just by watching members of "The Julie Chen Show" shivering about outside in NYC on tv the other morning.

[Kathy Ellen]

Originally Posted by AussiePam

Here's one Floriade photo with a small person who liked the flowers, but the street theatre and music even more.

Oh Pam, Your wee, young lad is absolutely adorable. He's growing up way too fast

Odie, This darling, wee lad is Pam's grandson

[Kathy Ellen]

Originally Posted by AussiePam

The west of Ireland is almost obscenely green, so green it strips layers off your optic nerve and soaks like everlasting rain onto the standing stones of your moss encrusted psyche. Wonderful !!!!!

Here's Mary O'Hara and some amazing Irish green - Úna Bhán

YouTube - Úna Bhán

Thank you so much Pam for posting this youtube of Mary. I've never heard of here before and will certainly look into her other songs. Her voice was fabulous

i love the west of Ireland

[chonsigirl]

Originally Posted by AussiePam

Here's one Floriade photo with a small person who liked the flowers, but the street theatre and music even more.

Oh, your grandson!

I having a grandson soon, in a few more weeks! I can hardly wait!

[Kathy Ellen]

A poem for the fall season......


November Morning
by Evaleen Stein


A tingling, misty marvel
Blew hither in the night,
And now the little peach-trees
Are clasped in frozen light.
Upon the apple-branches
An icy film is caught,
With trailing threads of gossamer
In pearly patterns wrought.
The autumn sun, in wonder,
Is gayly peering through
This silver-tissued network
Across the frosty blue.
The weather-vane is fire-tipped,
The honeysuckle shows
A dazzling icy splendor,
And crystal is the rose.
Around the eaves are fringes
Of icicles that seem
To mock the summer rainbows
With many-colored gleam.
Along the walk, the pebbles
Are each a precious stone;
The grass is tasseled hoarfrost,
The clover jewel-sown.
Such sparkle, sparkle, sparkle
Fills all the frosty air,
Oh, can it be that darkness
Is ever anywhere!