When springs run low, and on the brooks, In idle golden freighting, Bright leaves sink noiseless in the hush Of woods, for winter waiting; When comrades seek sweet country haunts, By twos and twos together, And count like misers, hour by hour, October's bright blue weather. O suns and skies and flowers of June, Count all your boasts together, Love loveth best of all the year October's bright blue weather.Helen Hunt Jackson, "Poems". Boston: Roberts Brothers, 1893
Larry has announced the official start to Aut-win - exactly one year to the day from our record-setting October 20, 2020 snowfall.
Plus the moon was spectacular this week, the tamaracks are providing a splended fall-color encore, and you can read the full text of Helen Hunt Jackson's poem, October's Bright Blue Weather, here
