Happy Autumn Equinox!
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eldritchhobbit*The Baggins Bash last night was a terrific experience! It was wonderful to see Tolkien Society friends including ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lizzieausten, sailingwest, hapendfro, arymetore, witchcat07, griffith_gwyn, and many others.
*Speaking ofarymetore and witchcat07, they've turned me on to a terrific website I must pass along to others: The Coffee Shop of Horrors. So clever, and so yummy!
*The Save Apex Digest! raffle has added a number of science fiction/fantasy/horror items to its list. It's worth a look.
*And Happy Autumn Equinox to everyone! May you have a blessed season. In honor of the day, some poetry:
"On Fields O'er Which the Reaper's Hand Has Passed"
by Henry David Thoreau
On fields o'er which the reaper's hand has pass'd
Lit by the harvest moon and autumn sun,
My thoughts like stubble floating in the wind
And of such fineness as October airs,
There after harvest could I glean my life
A richer harvest reaping without toil,
And weaving gorgeous fancies at my will
In subtler webs than finest summer haze.
"Nature XXVII, Autumn"
by Emily Dickinson
The morns are meeker than they were,
The nuts are getting brown;
The berry's cheek is plumper,
The rose is out of town.
The maple wears a gayer scarf,
The field a scarlet gown.
Lest I should be old-fashioned,
I'll put a trinket on.
lizzieausten, sailingwest, hapendfro, arymetore, witchcat07, griffith_gwyn, and many others. *Speaking of
arymetore and witchcat07, they've turned me on to a terrific website I must pass along to others: The Coffee Shop of Horrors. So clever, and so yummy! *The Save Apex Digest! raffle has added a number of science fiction/fantasy/horror items to its list. It's worth a look.
*And Happy Autumn Equinox to everyone! May you have a blessed season. In honor of the day, some poetry:
"On Fields O'er Which the Reaper's Hand Has Passed"
by Henry David Thoreau
On fields o'er which the reaper's hand has pass'd
Lit by the harvest moon and autumn sun,
My thoughts like stubble floating in the wind
And of such fineness as October airs,
There after harvest could I glean my life
A richer harvest reaping without toil,
And weaving gorgeous fancies at my will
In subtler webs than finest summer haze.
"Nature XXVII, Autumn"
by Emily Dickinson
The morns are meeker than they were,
The nuts are getting brown;
The berry's cheek is plumper,
The rose is out of town.
The maple wears a gayer scarf,
The field a scarlet gown.
Lest I should be old-fashioned,
I'll put a trinket on.
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Date: 2006-09-23 08:36 pm (UTC)The maple wears a gayer scarf,
The field a scarlet gown.
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Date: 2006-09-25 12:56 pm (UTC)