Autumn Colours

October gave a party; The leaves by hundreds came – The Chestnuts, Oaks, and Maples, And leaves of every name. The Sunshine spread a carpet, And everything was grand, Miss Weather led the dancing, Professor Wind the band.
George Cooper.

Theresa at run-a-round-ranch  posted photos of spring wildflowers yesterday and as we are now in autumn/fall I decided to post some photos of our trees in all their glory.

The Fern Leaf Maple is certainly changing colour and almost daily.

The beech forest is a perfect backdrop to the Lacy Lady Maples, but the Bloodgood Maple is looking very sad except for the new leaves sprouting.

The Architect used to live two sites down from where we are now and this is the drive down to that house.

The Pin Oak in the neighbour’s garden

View of both neighbour’s houses with their trees looking beautiful.

So while we are happy for our friends in the Northern Hemisphere who are enjoying the Spring, we are enjoying the Autumn/Fall here and its almost daily changes of colours to our trees.

Note – Please substitute May for October in the opening quote as we are in the Southern Hemisphere.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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A Special Six Word Saturday

How quickly the weeks pass and it’s already Saturday again and time for Six Word Saturday.  If you would like to participate please either click on the picture above or click this link.

ANZAC DAY – WE WILL NOT FORGET

This is a solemn Saturday for those of us in New Zealand and Australia.  Anzac Day occurs on 25 April. It commemorates all New Zealanders killed in war and also honours returned servicemen and women.

The date itself marks the anniversary of the landing of New Zealand and Australian soldiers – the Anzacs – on the Gallipoli Peninsula in 1915. The aim was to capture the Dardanelles. Thousands lost their lives in the Gallipoli campaign: 87,000 Turks, 44,000 men from France and the British Empire, including 8500 Australians. To this day, Australia also marks the events of 25 April. Among the dead were 2779 New Zealanders, about a fifth of those who served on Gallipoli.

At the end of the campaign, Gallipoli was still held by its Turkish defenders.

I wrote extensively about this day on April 25 2011, April 25 2012 and again on April 25 2013.  Click on the dates to read the posts.

 They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
We will remember them.
From  For The Fallen
Lawrence Binyon, English poet, dramatist and art scholar. 1869 – 1943

Worrisome WordPress

I have just discovered that all my widgets, badges etc have disappeared from the sidebar and I can’t quite work out how to get them back.  They have been there for several years.

I have been to the forums/fora with no success.  And I also noticed that I have been publishing with a bright green background for a few weeks.

Has WordPress gone mad or have I.  Is this perhaps the work of the dreaded new format.  If anyone can give me some help it would be very much appreciated.

Saturday Again

How quickly the weeks pass and it’s already Saturday again and time for Six Word Saturday.  If you would like to participate please either click on the picture above or click this link.

THE END OF THE GOLDEN WEATHER

Yes, this week the weather gods decided that we had had it so good for so long that they would introduce winter with all her faults.  We seem to have skipped past autumn this year straight into winter.

This week we have had torrential rain and hailstones battering on the outside of our house and we have been pushed to fire up the central heating and light our log fire.

We continue to be grateful for the fact that we do have a warm and comfy house and we can have the warmth we need in winter.  How many people in this world are without these basic needs.  But the gratitude doesn’t stop us thinking longingly about those warm summer days that we enjoyed such a short time ago.

“Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home.”

Edith Sitwell, author, poet,
1887 – 1964

A Weekend Away

Imagine a group of friends, all well into their senior years enjoying themselves in a rare weekend away together.

Not for them the quiet talk around the fireside but instead a joyous celebration of life culminating in their opening the doors onto the deck on a cold winter’s night and all joining in dancing and singing to Cole Porter’s “Let’s Misbehave”.

Every one of us felt invigorated to be in the company of our peers, each of whom has decided that ‘age’ is a frame of mind and there is still time to sing and dance.

Those memories will remain.

This post is in response to the 100 word writing challenge from Velvet Verbosity where we are asked to write 100 words inspired by a single prompt. This week’s word is MISBEHAVE

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