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leaves
The gusts of October tickle the trees
And down they come those fluttering leaves.The spindely ash, the sycamore yellow
The dry crunchy beech, all jumbled up fellows.The cascade of colours that tumble down
Lay one upon other deep upon ground.This wonderful colourful autumnal scene
The prequel to rebirth of vibrant spring green. -
happy
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hear
I cannot say to any person what I hear….I cannot say it to myself….It is very wonderful.
Walt Whitman
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pop tree
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weather
“It was a lovely day.”
“It was a desperate day.”
I don’t give a fudge about the weather. Why? Because I’m very grateful to live in a place where we don’t suffer from, major flooding (Indonesia, India, Bangladesh, United States), tornados (United States, Canada, Bangladesh), hurricanes (United States, Cuba, China), wild fires (United States, Indonesia, Australia, Portugal), or severe drought (Sudan, Ethiopia, Afghanistan).
Instead we have soft rain, fresh/grand/mild/close days. Sometimes there’s a chill in it, or there’s a bitter northerly wind. Some days it’s rotten out. We have drizzle, we have sun splitting the stones, we have some days when it’s lashing agus lá breá ann.
Get a waterproof hat, and jacket, and pants, and shoes/boots. Get out and enjoy it. Enjoy the sounds and smells of the rain. Feel life.
Less whinging, more living.