Sunday, November 7, 2010

The Maple wears a gayer scarf......

What a frustration.  I just signed into my google account and changed one tiny item and all hell broke loose.  It has taken me desperate days to sort out how to get back to you.  I don't know, they say that if you can't be surprised you must be dead.

 I hope that applies to frustration as well.  

 I really just wanted to log on and send you a few images of my Autumn garden which is looking particularly fetching.

Here is Emily Dickinson from my mother's knee.  My mother was a great lover of poetry and had us learn this one when we were babes.  I still remember it.

The morns are meeker than they were.
The nuts are getting brown.
The berry's cheek is plumper.
The Rose is out of town.

The maple wears a gayer scarf
The field a scarlet gown.
Lest I should be old fashioned,
I'll put a trinket on.

                                        Emily Dickinson


  1. The colors are splashing off my laptopscreen!
    Again a Lovely chestnut photograph :)
    My Polish-Russian grandmother, always kept a chestnut in a pocket of her coat.For good luck, or for keeping away illness i think it was. :)
    Anyways I like the poem!
    And yes, one has to be very carefully, when changing the settings on your blog!
    Google has no mercy ;)

  2. THank you Eyeliquor... bless readers keep me going... frustration or no.

  3. The colors are really a thrill. We are now in winter mode in NYC more or less, and all the leaves from my big tree are down now. They went from several weeks of chartreuse to bright electric yellow for just a day or two then down.

    I love that poem which I have never read before. Thanks!

    Karen V.

  4. ARe those dates or olives in the last picture?
    Karen V.

  5. Those are olives that fall from the two trees above. We had so many this year I could have gone to to speak.

  6. "Oh Mary, your garden and Emily Dickinson made me cry. I love that poem and your mother for sharing it. "


  7. How lovely sweet thang....
    Me and the bunnies, Sage Blossom and Ben...they always hate it when I don't include was really raining yesterday and they were out in the garden so long that I had to towel dry them and turn on the heat when they finally came back in.