I sometimes think of Milton's poem, and "amber-dropping hair" with the gold and russet leaves of autumn. Billowing gently from the autumn branches, as though nature lets down her hair before she sleeps, the slow-motion shower of color always strikes me with a mood I feel no other time of year. The amber-colored mood of November. . . .
We are huddled closer to the flame of home fires today. Wishing safety and comfort for many still left in the cold and devastation. Hoping for a speedy return to light, warmth., and peace of mind.
We have spent the weekend enjoying savory meals with friends old and new, walks along the river photographing the golden cottonwood trees, and conversation by candlelight late into the night. The extra hour gained by "fall back" could not have been better timed. . . .
If you want more, you might enjoy one of my very favorites, the Tumblr blog Moods of the Moon And The Muse.
Keeping the home fires burning. . . .