Forest Photo

I had nothing to publish on this Wednesday morning. Sitting in my favorite chair with a cup of peppermint tea in hand, I was stymied. As is the norm these days, the television news was depressing, so I turned off the tv and looked out the windows onto our back yard that slopes down to a small lake.

Seemingly overnight the leaves had overwhelmed the green grass resulting in a carpet of fall colors. Now I’m thinking about putting on a hoody and some boots for some serious leaf crunching. I’m sure Studly Doright would appreciate it if I did some raking while I’m out there, too.

The Rake or the Leaf

I’ve been a rake
Forcing fallen leaves into crisp piles
Mounds of gold and rust
Scooped into brown bags and left beside autumn’s curbs.

No amount of diligence
Insures the capitulation of every frond
Some will take flight
In frantic whorls, escaping thus from gravity’s laws.

As an implement of control
My sense of failure knows no limits
In my future guise
I will cling to the oak tree immune to
season’s demands.


by Leslie Noyes

Fall sun brandishes
Her autumn hued wand, alight
In burnished bracken.

“Gathering Bracken” by Henry Herbert La Thengue

Gather for harvest
Wielding scythes in rhythmic strains;
A song of plenty.

“Shocks of Wheat” Olivia Bell Photography

Most luscious bounty,
Gifts wrested from verdant fields
Labor’s sweet reward.

Photograph #44

This one moved me. Let’s call it “My Reason Returned.”

“…raised my eyes toward heaven and my reason returned to me, and I blessed the Most High and praised and honored Him who lives forever; For His dominion is an everlasting dominion, And His kingdom endures from generation to generation.” Daniel 4:34

The Corruption of Saint Helen

I took my beautiful mother-in-law, Saint Helen, to lunch at The Edison in Tallahassee today. 

I had an outstanding BLT. She had a strawberry salad. We both had a cocktail!


Saint Helen and her cocktail.
Well, to be fair, Saint Helen only had half of one. I drank every last drop of mine.


Rosewater Pink Lemonade shaken with Bombay Gin is a lovely way to celebrate October 29. Or any other day, for that matter.

Peace, people!