{autumn weekend}

I am longing for a quiet weekend in the country with colorful crackling leaves, Barbour jackets, Hunter wellies, warm apple cider, and those that I love. Unfortunately, I still have a lot of unpacking to do so a trip to the farm will have to wait. Have a beautiful weekend, wherever you are!

Fall Song

Another year gone, leaving everywhere

its rich spiced residues: vines, leaves,

the uneaten fruits crumbling damply

in the shadows, unmattering back

from the particular island

of this summer, this NOW, that now is nowhere

except underfoot, moldering

in that black subterranean castle

of unobservable mysteries - - -roots and sealed seeds

and the wanderings of water. This

I try to remember when time's measure

painfully chafes, for instance when autumn

flares out at the last, boisterous and like us longing

to stay - - - how everything lives, shifting

from one bright vision to another, forever

in these momentary pastures.

- Mary Oliver

{images: 1- via gil schafer; 2- via habitually chic; 3- via anna wolfe photography}