not-quite Journaling, 20
“I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.” ~ L. M. Montgomery
Late
summer
looks
much
like autumn
springing
before nature changes
skirts.
9/22/2021: Of
spring, I love the absence of winter and the quickening of new life. Of autumn,
I love crazy socks and sassy boots and the nearness of October yum.
9/23/2021: The last of this season’s tomatoes are enjoying a rain-bath. If it wasn’t so windy, I would’ve probably joined them.
Natural
magic
lasts,
season
after season—
spring,
summer, autumn, winter,
spring…
9/26/2021: These
are the last blooms of their seasons--the passion flower is the last of autumn, the lily the last of summer, the allium the last
of spring. The next couple of weeks will be for repotting and transplanting,
then comes the move from balcony to living room. This always makes me feel like
autumn is just like spring, but in reverse.
I am
wild
ink,
spring
whisper,
autumn
howl;
I am.
9/28/2021:
When I shared this magnetic poem bit on Instagram, I asked,
“What are you?” Some of the answers stayed with me. Someone said, “Maybe I am
soft twisted upside down, autumn friendly, winter blossom.” Someone else told
me, “I’m a crow flying out of a fat orange harvest moon.” You can read the
other responses here.
10/1/2021: I was born in April. And I’m rather fond of what it blooms. But my heart belongs to October.
10/3/2021: Winter and I aren’t the best of friends. Frigid temperatures do unpleasant things to my dear joints, snow buries blooms, most growing things (except evergreens, I suppose) grow dull. Sometimes, I think that it must be the reason why I love October (and Halloween!) so much. I mean, what’s not to love about a season that encourages even the dead to come out and celebrate life? Yep, I am pretty sure that without the sweet and warm jubilation October brews, my heart would turn to ice in the winter months. I know, a tad melodramatic. Blame it on winter.
- for Poets and Storytellers United--Weekly Scribblings #90: October.
What a beautiful orange day lily! Enjoy October while it lasts!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Debra.
DeleteAnd don't you worry, I shall enjoy October all the way to December! 😁
DeleteWhat a delightful post! Every bit of it. It fills me with joy; thank you.
ReplyDeleteYay, for joy!
DeleteOctober is a special month...Lovely pics of your garden.
ReplyDeleteI agree, special and then some. So glad you like the pictures. I do love sharing them.
DeleteI just picked up some marigolds at the garden center. Their pop of color will be welcome as we settle into the colder season. I've learned to appreciate every season, even winter, with my tea studies (several old tea masters loved winter best), but autumn is easy to love.
ReplyDeleteOoh! I hope you share pictures of your new blooms. I haven't gotten anything new, but the gloriosa daisy is blooming again and the scabiosa has blessed my wee garden with a new bloom or two. I'm enjoying them while they last.
DeleteThis was nice, Magaly. The read and the form.
ReplyDeleteI wish I were more of a wild ink, but people are looking over my shoulder. I.e. people not of this group know and read me.
Pictures, all nice. I love your little white pigs.
Form my FHA high school project I raised two liters of pigs, one year Mama Hog had eight and the next nine. They were like pets and roamed the farmyard. When they would find me they followed me until I went where they couldn't go."
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Pigs? You mean the wee white skulls?
DeleteOh, Wild Ink Woman, thank you!!!!
ReplyDeleteYou're most welcome!
DeleteI love
ReplyDelete"in autumn
I harvest warm thoughts
for winter"
My last daylily just bloomed yesterday, a May May.
Warm socks and slippers are my favorite season!
The day lilies around here are now seedpods. I've been keeping an eye on them, in order to collect some seeds for next year. Fingers crossed, right?
DeleteSo glad you love the haiku.
My heart too belongs to October, Magaly, but you paid nice tribute to Spring as well in your eautiful post. Blessings!
ReplyDeleteAutumn and spring are both so very lovable, aren't they?
DeleteMagaly, I love your 'journaling' poetry ... I believe these are my 'most favorite' EVER. The sweetness, the honesty, the humor. Winter is not my friend as well. Raynoud's makes the slightest downward shift in temperature awful. Stay warm, pull on the fuzzy crazy socks and hunker down.
ReplyDeleteI didn't know a thing about Raynaud's, so I went and looked it up. Oh, Helen, it sounds terrible. Stay warm!
DeleteEnjoy your October, Magaly.
ReplyDeleteI am February born. Luv the unconventional aspect of MY month.
Loving December because of the Christmas. October: met my husband my one true love, he is October born; my granddaughter too is October born.
Much💜love
I shall, Gillena. You too.
Delete“before nature changes skirts” ... Ahhh, I love that!!!
ReplyDeleteWhat fabulous line breaks!
Thank you, my dear lady!
DeleteP.S. Do email me a link of your latest hangout spot.
blame it on winter! ha. I love all the wonderful snippets in this post...
ReplyDeleteWinter has a lot to answer for! 😁
DeleteI'm with you here, every day, every feel of your journal, your season.
ReplyDeleteSo glad you are here!
DeleteI love this entire post! Such beautiful images and words.
ReplyDeleteI asked, “What are you?” I think. I am the ragged-headed marigold seed pod content in knowing my seeds will continue to grow to many generation.
Thank you, Debi. I love the idea of being a seedpod, a promise... of the future.
DeleteThat wild ink that grows so well. You always have such warmth about you. Like a fire I like to sit by.
ReplyDeleteGrab a chair then, enjoy the warmth...
DeleteThese are wonderful, with beautiful images.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sara.
DeleteLove it all! Big Hugs!
ReplyDeleteSo glad you do!
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