Posts tagged ‘autumn’

Autumn in the arboretum

We had a gorgeous day at the arboretum last weekend. It was beautifully sunny and surprisingly warm. The perfect way to celebrate our anniversary.

The acers were stunning, although it was still a bit early in the season. Who could resist this place? I can’t wait to go back in December when the trees are lit at night to become an enchanted forest.

autumn in the arboretum

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October 12, 2009 at 11:50 Leave a comment

Image of the day

sugarcraft autumn fall wedding cake

I love autumn. I love the leaves, the colours, even just the words autumn and autumnal. I think of stomping through great piles of leaves in wellies, wearing mittens and fluffy hats and drinking hot chocolate by a roaring fire. I love autumn so much that our entire wedding had an autumn theme. It’s our anniversary this weekend so I’m remembering a few favourite autumn details from the day.

fabric autumn fall leaves

autumn fall patchwork table runner

We’re off to wander around a local arboretum over the weekend, stomping around in lovely autumn clothes and photographing the changing leaves. Can’t wait.

October 2, 2009 at 13:17 1 comment

Strike

I was tragically excited to get a hat out for my journey to work this morning. Today I went for a black beret with a black and white polkadot bow. I was looking forward to the arrival of my lovely new winter boots, just in time for a day at a castle in the countryside tomorrow. I somehow missed the news of a major postal strike in the city (again) and must imagine my lovely new boots sitting sad and lonely in a postal sorting office wishing they could be stomping through grass and leaves while paired with thick black tights and a plum coloured woollen dress.

autumn birds fabric

Luckily this lovely fabric from Kathy Hall at fabricsupplies on etsy is restoring my love of autumn, and giving me all sorts of ideas for a new autumn quilt. Maybe a log cabin with autumn golds, deep reds, plums, aubergine and deep greens…

September 4, 2009 at 11:38 Leave a comment

Ode to autumn

 autumn days

Holly at Decor8 asked what our favourite things about September were. While October is my favourite month for so many reasons, I think these autumn odes really cover so many of my favourite things about both months. The song ‘Autumn days’ itself is one of my favourite things about this type of year and holds so many memories for me.

Ode to autumn, John Keats

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness!
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run;
To bend with apples the mossed cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o’erbrimmed their clammy cells.

Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reaped furrow sound asleep,
Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers;
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cider-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours.

Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, –
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing, and now with treble soft
The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

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Autumn days, Estelle White

Autumn days, when the grass is jewelled
And the silk inside a chestnut shell
Jet planes meeting in the air to be refuelled
All these things I love so well

So I mustn’t forget
No, I mustn’t forget
To say a great big thank you
I mustn’t forget.

Clouds that look like familiar faces
And a winter’s moon with frosted rings
Smell of bacon as I fasten up my laces
And the song the milkman sings.

Whipped-up spray that is rainbow-scattered
And a swallow curving in the sky
Shoes so comfy though they’re worn out and they’re battered
And the taste of apple pie.

Scent of gardens when the rain’s been falling
And a minnow darting down a stream
Picked-up engine that’s been stuttering and stalling
And a win for my home team.

September 3, 2009 at 14:25 Leave a comment





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