My dear friend V. brought these flowers yesterday: how absolutely gorgeous they are! We're at the height of fall color here, with some leaves starting to come down, but other trees still green. Last week brought a string of the crisp warm days, crowned by blue skies, that all New Englanders and Quebecers anticipate and love. J. and I walked back and forth to the studio on a couple of those days, enjoying the slowness of foot-travel, and the swish of the dry leaves in our path.
Exciting announcement coming on Monday, so stay tuned! Right now I'm heading off to the market, where the fall harvest is in full swing.
Ah, the philosophical - nay, Biblical - implications of the word North Americans have chosen as a synonym for autumn. Translated into French (I'm allowing myself to dangle) we find ourselves celebrating (well, perhaps observing) a very different event involving that chap who's said to be just around the corner but who is, in fact, representative of all of us at our worst.
You see glories, I see dying flowers. I fear I stumbled in through the wrong door. But there is hope, and I await your exciting news on Monday. Could it be redemptive?
Posted by: Roderick Robinson | October 05, 2014 at 02:13 AM
Reading this Sunday evening and feeling impatient! Just back from the blazing Laurentians, walking though drift of maple leaves- bliss.
Posted by: Duchesse | October 05, 2014 at 06:47 PM
Ha! I've just posted a vase of flowers too! Beth, I think I know what the impending announcement is and I look forward to it.
By the way, why are you such a stranger to my blog nowadays? I miss you!
Posted by: Natalie | October 06, 2014 at 06:13 AM
I can quite smell those chrysanthemums, so redolent of autumn, which is good in your language and mine!
Posted by: Lucy | October 06, 2014 at 09:40 AM