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"

Tuesday, June 1, 2010


"Thanks to the human heart by which we live,
Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears,
To me the meanest flower that blows can give
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears."
~William Wordsworth~
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Heidi Ann said...

That is the sweetest photo!

Madeline's Album said...

I often wonder what goes through their little mines. Great picture. Have a blessed day. Madeline

ClassyChassy said...

Yep, a very sweet photo!

Charli and me said...

Hello, I found your blog through Madeline. That is a beautiful quote.