six senses saturday ~ weekending
hearing: leaves crunching, squirrels scurrying, geese honking, and prairie smoke whispering
feeling: exhilirated and creative. super proactive with my art, writing and photography
seeing: the last of the fall color
tasting: a Caribou campfire mocha!
smelling: our backyard bonfire
knowing:
Autumn is the eternal corrective. It is ripeness and color and a time of maturity; but it is also breadth, and depth, and distance. What [woman] can stand with autumn on a hilltop and fail to see the span of [her] world and the meaning of the rolling hills that reach to the far horizon?
~Hal Borland
What are you up to this weekend?
~Melissa
lovely, beautiful, wonderful! so delish to soak up through all the senses! i just wish our fall here was as prevalent. we have one or two trees changing and that’s about it. it was cold last week but is 80-85 today. boo.
Maria, wow! That’s really warm! I so wish we could hang out on my deck and have a glass of vino next to the fire together. *sigh* 🙂
Oh, such beautiful colours – I love autumn, even though around my parts the colours aren’t as vibrant as in other parts of the world. Your photo with the name “prairie smoke” – I wonder if that’s the same stuff as what we call “Pampas Grass”? My mother has a big bush of it in her garden in England. Sooo beautiful, but a real pain to cut/prune – the leaves have tiny little points all along the edge, pointing downwards, like a serrated knife!
Thanks, Charles! Yes, we live in an exceptionally pretty part of Minnesota. We not only have the extreme color changes, but the rolling hills, bluffs, river and “old” (but not as old as Europe) architecture. I’m not sure if Prairie Smoke an Pampas Grass are the same thing, but I’m sure my friend Nancy (gardener extraordinaire) would be able to tell me 😉