|“Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.” |
― George Eliot
There is not much going on here at Muse Cottage. Just sitting back and enjoying the season! Resting my mind, and resting my soul and embracing discovering what life has in store for myself and my family and the journey ahead. Allowing each day, each moment to unfold. Soaking in and enjoying the simple, small moments in the day that often get over looked. Being reflective and counting my blessings, and simply having gratitude for each and every day that passes that offers the ability and opportunity to feel better and do better for myself and my family.
I thought it would be the perfect time to touch base and just share a poem that I found that really spoke to me, along with a few photos my husband and myself took on a recent day of enjoying the cool, crisp Autumn season, and all that it has to offer.
Autumn leaves begin to gently fall
As summer just fades away
And blackberries from the hedgerow
Make a feast at the end of summer ball.
Golden leaves carpet the woodland floor
And the branches of the trees,
With colours ranging from gold leaf
To rustic copper is something to adore.
Wearing jumpers in the autumn chill
To keep warm, we sit in the garden
Sipping tea instead of cold orange juice
Watching the sun go down, all quiet and still.
And watching the garden birds going to their nest
As the evening lengthens and dusk descends
Thus marks the end of the day, of all we had done,
And sitting in that twilight we simply take our rest.
|Hubby decided it was a good time to snap a|
few photos while I spruced up the garden.
|Thinking it's a perfect time to play in the|
|Caught in the act!|
|Afterwards, took time to smell the roses.|
Sunday in the park...
|Gloomy skies do not keep the trees from being bright with|
|“I want to say something so embarrassing about September that even the leaves start blushing and turning red.” |
― Jarod Kintz
|As life comes to an end for many leaves,|
new little pine cones are just starting theirs.
|Enjoying the paths I am traveling down right now.|
|Taking time to relax and soak in the morning sun.|
“Her pleasure in the walk must arise from the exercise and the day, from the view of the last smiles of the year upon the tawny leaves and withered hedges, and from repeating to herself some few of the thousand poetical descriptions extant of autumn--that season of peculiar and inexhaustible influence on the mind of taste and tenderness--that season which has drawn from every poet worthy of being read some attempt at description, or some lines of feeling.”
― Jane Austen, Persuasion
― Jane Austen, Persuasion