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, June 16, 2008

Murphy and the mysterious rite of passage.

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1 comment:

Terry Busse said...

I was so inspired by Murphy's midnight dance I made an art piece related to his dancing. My kids loved his story too. I put the art piece and his poem on my blog . If you would like to see it it is the "songs from the garden" post