It’s snowing… beautiful little white flakes of snow falling ever so gently outside my window, making me feel excited for the upcoming holidays. And here I am playing catch up with posting my daily photos. You’ve seen perhaps January, February, March, April, May and June. If not, click on the months in the previous sentence and it should pop up. Now, it’s November on the calendar and July on my computer. Celebrate a little warm sunshine, blooming flowers, beach scenes, lobster and fresh berries. And then get back to the snow. 🙂
“In the summer, the days were long, stretching into each other.
Out of school, everything was on pause and yet happening at the same time,
this collection of weeks when anything was possible.”
There was a time when summer was my most favorite time of year. There was also a time when Christmas was tops on my list. And then, when spring arrives, I’m pretty sure that IT’S the most beautiful season of all … so fresh and new! But right now, with the chill in the air and the bright, beautiful and colorful leaves on the trees? Yes, right now … THIS is my favorite time of year!
A few years in a row I’ve headed south to Mt. Auburn Cemetery in Cambridge … such a beautiful place with big, gorgeous trees — to get my fill of fall, its colors and my photo fun. This year, I spent some time at Laurel Hill Cemetery in Saco. This place is not nearly as big, but it is every bit as lovely, peaceful, serene and picturesque.
Call me crazy, but I enjoy checking out the headstones. I figure out his or her age, who the person is buried next to, if they are family members and what their story might have been. Somewhere, there’s a descendent who can’t visit or may not even know that this person existed …. I like to think that I visit in their stead.
And finally, there is a sweet little building with a beautiful window, a turret and ivy growing up its stone walls framing the windows perfectly.
I finally got to get my fall on … and it was well worth the wait!
Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree. –emily bronte