Rabbit Rabbit

Rabbit Rabbit

Beautiful stationery from Seoul

Courtesy of my Son and his wife♥

November

Briskly tingling, the days have chilled.
With exhilarating crispness the air is filled.
The barren branches of the oaks
Form lacy networks of roughhewn spokes,
Etched in contrast of bolder hue
Against a sky of deepest blue.

Busily engaged are the fallen leaves
In a lively dance with the autumn breeze.
Noisy flocks of feathered races
Gather to travel to warmer places.
While those of us they leave behind,
Warmth in hot cider and firesides find.
This is the thrill that memory craves
Of refreshingly brisk November days.
Author Unknown to me.

Happy November First

May blessings abound this month and always.

Happy Birthday to my beautiful cousin Angela.

Dani your creations are purrfect

and so are you my lovely friend.

≧◔◡◔≦

November

All freezes again

among the pines, 

winds

whispering a prayer.

Riei Eigthteenth Century Japanese Poet

Outside the airplane window the clouds are thick and rippled, unbroken as acres of land. They are suffused with peach-colored, early morning sun, gilded at the edges. Across the aisle, a man is taking a picture of them. Even the pilot couldn’t keep still—“ Folks,” he just said, “we’ve got quite a sunrise out there. Might want to have a look.” I like it when pilots make such comments. It lets me know they’re awake.

Whenever I see a sight like these clouds, I think maybe everyone is wrong; maybe you can walk on air. Maybe we should just try. Everything could have changed without our noticing. Laws of physics, I mean. Why not? I want it to be true that such miracles occur.

I want to stop the plane, put the kickstand down, and have us all file out there, shrugging airline claustrophobia to breathe easily this high up, to walk on clouds as if we were angels, to point out our houses to each other way, way, way down there; and there; and there.

How proud we would suddenly feel about where we live, how tender toward everything that’s ours— our Mixmasters, resting on kitchen counters; our children, wearing the socks we bought them and going about children’s business; our mail lying on our desks; our gardens, tilled and expectant.

It seems to me it would just come with the perspective, this rich appreciation.”

- Elizabeth Berg, “What We Keep”

As read on my dear friend Chel's Blog

Gingerblue in the side bar......Please visit her lovely blog.......Thanks Chel and Elizabeth Berg for this lovely piece.

Also

Lovely words as Always on the Blog
http://fromthehouseofedward.blogspot.ca/
Please visit if you can.

November:

Briskly tingling, the days have chilled
With exhilarating crispness the air is filled
The barren branches of the oaks
Form lacy networks of roughhewn spokes
Etched in contrast of bolder hue
Against a sky of deepest blue.

Busily engaged are the fallen leaves
In a lively dance with the autumn breeze.
Noisy flocks of feathered races
Gather to travel to warmer places
While those of us they leave behind
Warmth in hot cider and firesides find
This is the thrill that memory craves.
Of refreshingly brisk November days.
Author Unknown to me
It's from the November Bulletin from the Nursing Home where my precious Grandmother resides.

My Sister's Grandson

the fabulous Mr. M.

He like my own grandson is a year round Treat

of the most glorious kind♥