Thanks to Cathleen and Ben for the fruit and for the pic . . .
. . . and for sharing!
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To Autumn
O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stained
With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit
Beneath my shady roof; there thou mayst rest,
And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe,
And all the daughters of the year shall dance!
Sing now the lusty song of fruits and flowers.
“The narrow bud opens her beauties to
The sun, and love runs in her thrilling veins;
Blossoms hang round the brows of Morning, and
Flourish down the bright cheek of modest Eve,
Till clust’ring Summer breaks forth into singing,
And feather’d clouds strew flowers round her head.
“The spirits of the air live on the smells
Of fruit; and Joy, with pinions light, roves round
The gardens, or sits singing in the trees.”
Thus sang the jolly Autumn as he sat;
Then rose, girded himself, and o’er the bleak
Hills fled from our sight; but left his golden load. [emphasis added]
William Blake, 1757 - 1827
for the Opinel Paring Knife
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A Comical Prayer for the Season
from the movie that we watch every Thanksgiving:
Home for the Holidays
Henry / Dad / Charles Durning: "Dear Lord, We realize just that lately everything is changing too damn fast. And all sorts of things that are always the same, even things we hated like shoveling the turkey and stuffing the snow, and going through the same crap year in and year out -- "
Adele / Mom / Anne Bancroft: "Come on, your food is getting cold."
Henry: "As I was saying Dear Lord before my wife interrupted me, even those old - fashioned pain - in - the - ass traditions, like Thanksgiving, which really mean something to us, even though, god - damn - it, we couldn't tell you what it is, are starting to stop; and thousand - year - old trees are falling over dead, and they shouldn't. That's all from this end. Amen"
Adele: "It's all relative."
Claudia / Holly Hunter: ". . . that's what the day is supposed to be all about,
right? . . ."
Adele: "That, and giving thanks that we don't have to go through this for another year. Except we do because those bastards went and put Christmas right in the middle, just to punish us."
Henry: "Oh shit! Deck the Halls! I can't wait for god - damn Christmas."
Adele: "There's never enough time, right? . . . I think I'm never going to see my kids again."
Claudia: "Come on, Mom. Buck up. There's always Christmas."
Henry: "Yeah, whether we like it or not."
SEE YOU IN TWO WEEKS ON MY
Next Fortnightly Post
Friday, December 14th
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