I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud

Daffodils* The first stanza from William Wordsworth’s “I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud”

Sometimes it seems like a good part of the day is spent waiting at stoplights.  There are several in town that seem to drag on forever… but that’s not always a bad thing.  As I was stopped at one this afternoon it gave me the opportunity to do some cloud watching.  There was a little cluster of clouds floating lazily across the sky and each had a fascinating shape.  For once, I almost wished the light was little a longer… almost.

It’s Beginning To Look A Lot Like Fall!


Every year during the week after Labor Day a slow change takes place in my house.  The summer decorations disappear one by one and are replaced by the vibrant colors of fall.  It is such a wonderful time of year, inside the house and out!  Apple cider, pumpkins and hayrides… what’s not to love?  The only reason it is not my favorite season to decorate is my obsession with snowmen.

What’s your favorite season?



by Helen Hunt Jackson

The goldenrod is yellow;
The corn is turning brown;
The trees in apple orchards
With fruit are bending down.

The gentian’s bluest fringes
Are curling in the sun;
In dusky pods the milkweed
Its hidden silk has spun.

The sedges flaunt their harvest
In every meadow-nook;
And asters by the brookside
Make asters in the brook.

From dewy lanes at morning
The grapes’ sweet odors rise;
At noon the roads all flutter
With yellow butterflies.

By all these lovely tokens
September days are here,
With summer’s best of weather,
And autumn’s best of cheer.