*Yellow, mellow, ripened days,
Sheltered in a golden coating;
O'er the dreamy, listless haze,
White and dainty cloudlets floating;
Winking at the blushing trees,
And the sombre, furrowed fallow;
Smiling at the airy ease,
Of the southward flying swallow
Sweet and smiling are thy ways,
Beauteous, golden Autumn days.*
These were all taken just outside the door. The red leaves are part of the stag horn tree and the golden crab apple is in front of my scary hot neighbour's house. I sneaked over there while he was away just in case he's one of those country boys who like to shoot....We have several crab apple trees around us but this golden one is my favourite. The rose doesn't know that its house has been empty since last December when the owner died. It bloomed all summer and it looks like it's going to bloom all winter too.
*If I take the wings of the morning,
and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea...*
I was going to submit one of these to the caption competition but when I looked it's closed!
1 I took a witch with me to the old folks Halloween tea party.
2 & 3 BS and DD carving a pumpkin.
4 Gourds in the local shop.
5 An uninvited guest at the tea party.
6 Poor old lantern looks more like a Charlie head with that nose! I miss my Bro G's superior pumpkin design and carving skills.
7 The witchy plant!
This is the flat/apartment we stayed in while in York. It belongs to our great friends S&L; who were the witnesses at our recent marriage. The flat is in an even more central location than the flat BS's mother used to own in the Walmgate and for those who know York, right by the Bonding warehouses and Gifford's Tower.
S&L; live in London but came and spent a day and a night in York with us which was wonderful.
*‘We will call her La Princess Perdue – the Lost Princess. And in a few days she will be feeling much better. See!’ He reached in to his pocket and produced a handful of grain. The Snow Goose opened her round yellow eyes and nibbled at it.
The child laughed with delight and then suddenly caught her breath with alarm as the full import of where she was pressed in upon her, and without a word she turned and fled out of the door...*
From The Snow Goose by Paul Gallico
My Beloved Husband also has a goose here: