We spend part of the year in Boone, NC where the Fall leaves were spectacular this year.
This was taken at the Bass Lake located in Moses Cone Park where my husband and I go each morning to run.
Scenes like this always remind me of “Spring and Fall,” a poem by Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844-1889) that was one of my favorites to teach to my high school students.
“Spring and Fall”
Margaret, are you grieving
Over Goldengrove unleaving?
Leaves, like the things of man, you
With your fresh thoughts care for, can you?
Ah, as the heart grows older
It will come to such sights colder
By and by, nor spare a sigh
Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie;
And yet you will weep and know why.
Now no matter, child, the name:
Sorrow's springs are the same.
Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed
What heart heard of, ghost guessed:
It is the blight man was born for,
It is Margaret you mourn for.
Now, the Fall leaves don't spark thoughts of my own mortality but there is something about their unbridled beauty that makes me a bit weepy. Just look at these colors:
We have since made our migration to Miami and I have been stitching as much as possible. I'm working on the center block of the quilt in progress. It will probably stay under wraps until after I show it (hopefully) at Appliqué Academy in February. But here are some of the flowers all prepped and ready to stitch.
Wishing you a wonderful stitching Sunday!