October is one of the loveliest months. Autumn is always putting on a show in these parts of the world in October and one can only marvel at the colorful sight offered by nature. It’s gorgeous but never lasts long enough.
The colors are turning, and in a matter of days, they are in their full splendor. It’s a pull you can’t resist. I know I can’t. I have to be outside and walk along the paths covered in leaves. Sometimes crisp and crunching under your feet, sometimes damp and releasing that unmistakable autumn scent (not the pumpkin spice type!). The earthy, woody pine, bitter and sweet, fruity and ripe one. You know the one, I’m sure.
It’s beautiful and cozy and it fills your heart with warmth. And the rain and wind come. Then it soon starts to feel desolate and bleak as November lurks in the corner. You know it’s inevitable but you try to block all thoughts of winter until you spot your fist snowflake. All dreams of autumn gone, it’s already a memory.
I tried to make the most of this month, captured it the only way I could, now I’m sharing some of it with you.
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Here we are, at the end of October. That means autumn is well on it’s way out already, at least the glorious part of it. Trees are almost bare now, and can you believe that (no, I’m not going to say the S word!) fluffy white stuff is expected this weekend? I still enjoy walking in the woods, now that leaves cover the ground, but they’ll soon turn to a greyish-brown matter and, as nature rules it, they’ll become part of the whole renewing circle again. November is by far my least favorite month of the year, though I absolutely love the color grey, when all my environment turns to that particular shade of dull, sleepy and cold grey, I can’t wait for it to be covered in white. I could just skip right to December!
We’ll also be turning back the clocks this weekend, it’s so difficult to try to get up and drive to school and to work in the dark. That hour in the morning will be welcome, I’m a morning person anyway. Darker in the evenings is okay as long as you’ve got your blanket, fireplace and a nice glass of wine. Everything is better in a soft blanket.
So, here are my latest autumn images, maybe the last showing some colors before spring. November is great for black and whites though, that’s a consolation 🙂
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I love this poem from Paul Verlaine, Chanson d’automne, in it’s original French version of course. It goes like this:
Les sanglots longs
Blessent mon coeur
Et blême, quand
Je me souviens
Des jours anciens
Et je pleure
Et je m’en vais
Au vent mauvais
Pareil à la
~ Paul Verlaine
And, for you that would like to see it translated, though it loses a bit of magic, here goes…
The long sobs
Of the violins
Wound my heart
With a monotonous
And pale, when
The hour chimes,
And I cry
And I’m going
On an ill wind
That carries me
Here and there,
As if a
~ Paul Verlaine
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