It's my favorite time of year.
It's my favorite quote about autumn:
"What'll we do with ourselves this afternoon?" cried Daisy, "and the day after that, and the next thirty years?"
"Don't be morbid," Jordan said. "Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall."
~~ The Great Gatsby
It's my favorite kitten in autumn:
Maisy on top of the world.
Maisy making it incredibly hard for me to get anything done.
Maisy, with no idea why we are applauding her very existence.
It's my favorite (okay, one favorite) Mary Oliver poem about autumn:
Song for Autumn
by Mary Oliver
Don’t you imagine the leaves dream now
how comfortable it will be to touch
the earth instead of the
nothingness of the air and the endless
freshets of wind? And don’t you think
the trees, especially those with
mossy hollows, are beginning to look for
the birds that will come—six, a dozen—to sleep
(Read the whole thing here, at The Poetry Foundation.)
It's my favorite thing to do on a Friday:
refer you to the Poetry Friday host: