Autumn Hues

I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.

Anne of Green Gables

Nature’s brushstrokes: the beginning of autumn colors in Michigan.

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Thy Eternal Summer

And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course untrimmed;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade.
–Shakespeare, Sonnet 18

Sunday Romance: Conversations with Athena

In the conversation that followed, we recalled the June day, over ten years ago, when we had first sat next to each other in a public speaking class. She teasingly reminded me how shy I had been.

I pictured her back then, sharing scenes from her social life: her stories a playful medley, drawing me in, subverting my best defenses. High school I had spent seeking refuge in a social cubbyhole. Finding myself seated next to this blonde, lissome girl proved a culture shock. I might as well have shared a desk with the goddess Athena; our early conversations had been that one-sided. Linda had been patient with her shy neighbor, and gradually our conversations became a partnership. Through getting to know her, I had stepped into the sunlight. Seeing her again, I wanted to share this, but it came out this way: “I still think of our conversations before class. You were quite the raconteur.”

Nature Never Did Betray the Heart that Loved Her

Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.

William Wordsworth

This peaceful woods is less than an hour’s drive from the clamor of Detroit, a safe harbor amidst the sturm und drang of urban life  and a monument to the foresight of the person who  preserved a verdant  island of Nature about 100 years ago.

Kensington Park, Michigan