Sunday, September 28, 2014
Friday, September 26, 2014
Sunday, September 21, 2014
The summer ends, and it is time
To face another way. Our theme
Reversed, we harvest the last row
To store against the cold, undo
The garden that will be undone.
We grieve under the weakened sun
To see all earth's green fountains dried,
And fallen all the works of light.
You do not speak, and I regret
This downfall of the good we sought
As though the fault were mine. I bring
The plow to turn the shattering
Leaves and bent stems into the dark,
From which they may return. At work,
I see you leaving our bright land,
The last cut flowers in your hand.
~ "The Summer Ends" by Wendell Berry
Friday, September 19, 2014
A Friday ritual.
A single photo - no words - capturing a single moment from the week.
A simple, special, extraordinary moment.
A moment to pause, savor and remember.
Participating with the SouleMama blog.