Autumn

Into the Coppery Halls

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“…into the coppery halls
of beech and intricate oak
to be close to the trees
as they whisper together
let fall their leaves…”
~ Katherine Towers’ The Remedies

Cold be Hand and Heart and Bone

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“Cold be hand and heart and bone
and cold be sleep under stone
never more to wake on stony bed
never, till the Sun fails and the Moon is dead
In the black wind the stars shall die
and still be gold here let them lie
till the Dark Lord lifts his hand
over dead sea and withered land.” *
J.R.R. Tolkien

Note

* The Lord of the Rings ~ 1, s. 202

Celebration of October

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The yellow foliage shines like sunshine. Buzzards screech above me as they gather before the journey.
I hear the cranes before I see their wedge-shaped silhouette. They trumpet loudly above my head.
Those birds are amazing!! October is outstanding 😊

“October had tremendous possibility. The summer’s oppressive heat was a distant memory, and the golden leaves promised a world full of beautiful adventures. They made me believe in miracles.”
~ Sarah Guillory, Reclaimed

“The winds will blow their own freshness into you,
and the storms their energy,
while cares will drop away from you
like the leaves of Autumn.”
~ John Muir

“…The earth never tires,
The earth is rude, silent, incomprehensible at first, Nature is rude and incomprehensible at first,
Be not discouraged, keep on, there are divine things well envelop’d,
I swear to you there are divine things more beautiful than words can tell…”
Song of the Open Road by Walt Whitman

Gratitude

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Today was a cracking autumn day in Rådvad 🍂

..The heavenly blue of fresh new days
Oh, friend, you must employ them
Before they pass away. Be brave!
Enjoy them; oh, enjoy them!”
~  Theodor Storm,  A Song in October 

“Bittersweet October.  The mellow, messy, leaf-kicking, perfect pause 
between the opposing miseries of summer and winter.” 
–   Carol Bishop Hipps

“But I remember more dearly autumn afternoons in bottoms that lay intensely silent under old great trees”
~  C. S. Lewis 

“There is a harmony in autumn, and a luster in its sky, which through the summer is not heard or seen,
as if it could not be, as if it had not been!”
–  Percy Bysshe Shelley

Note

Raadvad, or Rådvad is a former industrial development located on both sides of the Mølleåen river which at this point marks the border between Lyngby-Taarbæk and Rudersdal municipalities in the northern suburbs of Copenhagen, Denmark. It was built around a watermill in the second half of the 18th century and has given name to a well-known Danish brand of knives and other kitchen equipment. The buildings are now all heritage listed. They include Raadvad Kro from 1861 and a hostel based in a former school from 1894. Other buildings include a centre for building conservation and a local nature school. * Wikipedia

These Are the Days..

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“These are the days of the endless summer
These are the days, the time is now
There is no past, there’s only future
There’s only here, there’s only now..”
“These Are the Days” ~ Van Morrison

In early spring, when the first birds announce their arrival. At winter time, when the silence descends and the ground turns white.
Or like now, when the wonderful endless summer must give way to the coming of autumn.
I´ve walked along the lake in all seasons.
In the span between summer and autumn, when the sun is still warm and the nights are cold. Now is the most lovely time to wander. There’s only here, there’s only now 1.

Note

1 “These Are the Days” is a song written by Northern Irish singer-songwriter Van Morrison and released on his 1989 album Avalon Sunset. It was released as the B-side of the single with “Orangefield” as the A-side.

You can find this wonderful song on YouTube and Spotify.

2 – and it is not my tent! 😊

3 Inn, Fændrikhus

The Magic of Nature

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I’m looking out my window and everything is gray.
The lake disappear in the mist, but the autumn’s bubbling foliage makes me smile ❤

“If a year was tucked inside of a clock, then autumn would be the magic hour.”
~ Victoria Erickson

“Two sounds of autumn are unmistakable…the hurrying rustle of crisp leaves blown along the street…by a gusty wind, and the gabble of a flock of migrating geese.”
~ Hal Borland

“Anyone who thinks fallen leaves are dead has never watched them dancing on a windy day.”
~ Shira Tamir

“Wild is the music of the autumnal winds amongst the faded woods.”
~ William Wordsworth