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O hushed October morning mild,
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
To-morrow’s wind, if it be wild,
Should waste them all.
The crows above the forest call;
To-morrow they may form and go.
O hushed October morning mild,
Begin the hours of this day slow.

~Robert Frost

We had rain for about the last two weeks.  Drippy and warm, drippy and cold, pouring at times, and then the hurricane.  The season of The Wind has returned in earnest and it was swirling around as we did our form walk and a trip around the neighborhood.  Seven more months of this and here we have arrived in the Golden October.  The grey clouds have cleared out and the sky is that brilliant blue.  I can hardly believe it is here, that we have really come to the time of cool weather and visibly shorter days.

As much I look forward to it, I don't feel quite ready.  I guess that's how I feel about a lot of things lately.  Time gets away from me and I feel like there is hardly time to breathe.  I'm working on borrowed time now, even.  Mike's trip this week was delayed a day, so he has taken all three children to Comer's Rock so that I can work on some school planning and the ever-present subtracting of clutter.  Willow gets her recorder this week and we're into our first math block and there are eurythmy guestures for me to firm up for our afternoon practice work.  I better get up and get moving!


( 1 tree — Plant a Forest )
Oct. 6th, 2015 02:00 am (UTC)
( 1 tree — Plant a Forest )

A Blessed Wilderness

It was just like being in heaven, being in there. In those days there was no road. The park was all a blessed wilderness. I have often thought what a wonderful people we would have been if we had wanted to keep it that way.

~Adolph Murie, biologist, on Denali


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