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a bit of crystal

invading autumn’s glory

I watch full of awe.

Mother Earth

4th Friday Writers on the Spit Readings

4th Friday-October, 2016

Once a month, about forty to sixty authors and listeners gather together in a conference room at “The Lodge” in Sequim, WA listening for an hour and a half to readings of prose and poetry. 771 more words


Fall to me

Don’t you just love fall? Judging by my Facebook timeline, everyone loves fall. I myself have mixed emotions over the season. On one side there’s the things I love about it, the warm sunny days and cool brisk nights, the smell of smoke drifting from chimneys for the first time, brightly colored leaves falling on a warm autumn breeze, the sight of frost on those leaves in the early morning light. 606 more words


The First Frost Comes to the Garden

Readers, you know me as a malcontented person who posts mostly on war and peace;  but I hope you will see that this, too, is a tale of war — on helpless vegetables!   844 more words

Of frost and fans

On the many visits to Marlborough before making the permanent move , I have always loved seeing the large but elegant fans in the vineyards which make up the stunning landscape of the area. 650 more words


Aglow #DailyHaikuChallenge

cold crisp crunch conjures
crackling daydreams and log fires
frosts are still daydreams

Day 4/365 – Morgan’s #DailyHaikuChallenge.  Join in and link back to her blog.


Welcome Jack Frost

This morning I woke up to frost on my bird feeders and deck railing, the first of the season. Poetically, frost is called “rime,” as in Coleridge’s poem “The Rime of the Ancient Mariner” (also a neat play on the word rhyme). 369 more words