It was, as I have said, a fine autumnal day; the sky was clear and serene, and nature wore that rich and golden livery which we always associate with the idea of abundance. The forests had put on their sober brown and yellow, while some trees of the tenderer kind had been nipped by the frosts into brilliant dyes of orange, purple, and scarlet.... As Ichabod jogged slowly on his way, his eye... ranged with delight over the treasures of jolly autumn. ~Washington Irving, "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow"

Monday, April 28, 2008

"....for their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit." K. Gibran



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3 comments:

Jan Ely said...

(Whimpers) stop-pppp that! Don't even get me stttt-arted! (sniff) boo hoo! (gives Squeeky the hen a hug and speaks muffled through her feathers) "What is she trying to do to us?!?!?"

castlewon said...

true, all true (beautiful view)

Jo said...

You just won't be happy until you have me in tears ...will you?

Have a wonderful day.