For our Thanksgiving table my daughter and I went out to forage for color. The giant bigleaf magnolia leaves were wet and smelled of mildew. The Japanese maple had lost its sparkle, but we found a few bits of red above the middle C of the November brown in Nandina Domestica along with the last blueberry leaves. My vase made in Tasmania from their local materials is the gentle reminder that other parts of the world are leading up to the warmth of the longest days of the year.
The light has changed;
middle C is tuned darker now.
And the songs of morning sound over-rehearsed. --
-- Louise Glück, from October
-- Louise Glück, from October
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