And when we consider that other theory of the natural philosophers, that all other earthly hues- every stately or lovely emblazoning- the sweet tinges of sunset skies and woods; yea, and the gilded velvets of butterflies, and the butterfly cheeks of young girls; all these are but subtile deceits, not actually inherent in substances, but only laid on from without; so that all deified Nature absolutely paints like the harlot, whose allurements cover nothing but the charnel-house within; and when we proceed further, and consider that the mystical cosmetic which produces every one of her hues, the great principle of light, for ever remains white or colorless in itself, and if operating without medium upon matter, would touch all objects, even tulips and roses, with its own blank tinge- pondering all this, the palsied universe lies before us a leper; and like wilful travellers in Lapland, who refuse to wear colored and coloring glasses upon their eyes, so the wretched infidel gazes himself blind at the monumental white shroud that wraps all the prospect around him.
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Yes, soon whiteness will descend
Leaves are falling in my area too. First the leaves then the snow.
And when we consider that other theory of the natural philosophers, that all other earthly hues- every stately or lovely emblazoning- the sweet tinges of sunset skies and woods; yea, and the gilded velvets of butterflies, and the butterfly cheeks of young girls; all these are but subtile deceits, not actually inherent in substances, but only laid on from without; so that all deified Nature absolutely paints like the harlot, whose allurements cover nothing but the charnel-house within; and when we proceed further, and consider that the mystical cosmetic which produces every one of her hues, the great principle of light, for ever remains white or colorless in itself, and if operating without medium upon matter, would touch all objects, even tulips and roses, with its own blank tinge- pondering all this, the palsied universe lies before us a leper; and like wilful travellers in Lapland, who refuse to wear colored and coloring glasses upon their eyes, so the wretched infidel gazes himself blind at the monumental white shroud that wraps all the prospect around him.
Bummer.
There is a beautifully colored Maple along Odana at the Golf Course. Sad to see it 'cause you know in a month all the leaves will be all down.
I hate November.
Sprite Lymon.
Here in Florida heat stroking 90s are out, somewhat tolerable 80s are in. Green leaves continue unabated. It's fall!
I hate November.
November through February.
March is the beginning of new hope.
There's a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons-- That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes--
Emily Dickinson
Snap out of it. Fall is the best season of the year. Don't waste it worrying about winter.
Lalalalalala....
WINTER:
Like Brooms of STEEL!
E Dickinson
First the leaves then the snow,
Next it disappears -- Buffalo.
I was going to ask you guys if the end of summer was depressing to you or not. I guess, to some of you it is.
Here in the desert, the end of summer is a good thing. Except for the dwindling light, fall is wonderful, as is winter.
More equinoctial reflections (including a decent poem that carries the same sentiment as the leaf): "The night of time far surpasseth the day."
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