Autumn Reverie

Can you believe squirrels did this to my perfect pumpkin? If it looks shiny, it's because I coated it with Palmolive soap - take that, squirrel mouth!

Squirrels defaced my perfect pumpkins but now they’re coated in Palmolive Dish Soap — ha!

I love autumn.

crotonReally, REALLY love autumn – so much so that I can never lower myself to call it fall, because somehow that doesn’t do it justice, although it does seem to capture what everything is doing this time of year. viburnum

Except in Atlanta. geraniumWe’re slow here, y’all. swamp sunflowersIt’s about 75 degrees.My limes, lemons and kumquats are happily ripening on the tree. limeyFlowers are still blooming like mad.

still bloomingBut I can’t complain. I have a big maple out front that eventually will go totally orangey-red and shed the most beautiful light ever into my room, if I can just hold on for a few weeks.light show And I can wait. And speaking of waiting…stripeyIn the spirit of the season, and because I’m my mother’s daughter and she loved this poem … this one’s for you:


By Robert Frost

O hushed October morning mild,

Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;

Tomorrow’s wind, if it be wild,

Should waste them all.

The crows above the forest call;

Tomorrow they may form and go.

O hushed October morning mild,

Begin the hours of this day slow.

Make the day seem to us less brief.

Hearts not averse to being beguiled,

Beguile us in the way you know.

Release one leaf at break of day;

At noon release another leaf;

One from our trees, one far away.

Retard the sun with gentle mist;

Enchant the land with amethyst.

Slow, slow!

For the grapes’ sake, if they were all,

Whose leaves already are burnt with frost,

Whose clustered fruit must else be lost—

For the grapes’ sake along the wall.sign of the season

14 thoughts on “Autumn Reverie

  1. “Flowers are still blooming like mad. But I can’t complain.”

    That’s just cruel. Our garden is already browned to a crisp by overnight frost.

    But the maples and birches do look pretty amazing. And as rakish as I am, I have no interest in sweeping up leaves.

    Happy Autumn, Betty.

    • I happen to LOVE raking, Oh Mr. Rakish One — but that’s probably because I have forgotten what it’s truly like. My hands used to be covered in blisters about halfway through our yard and the kids would jump around and spoil my piles, which I kinda loved. Everybody in Atlanta BLOWS their leaves (or more accurately, has a posse of hard-working Mexican workers come in and do that) — so a constant earsplitting cacophony of machinery is the sound of the season. I miss my rake. As for our flowers, it’s a daredevil showdown to see how long I can leave all my plants out before a killing frost — which will probably come in the next few weeks. Still no leaves changing much, here, though. Happy Autumn to YOU, BB!

  2. Oh, it’s coming, to be sure! On the second floor, you feel like you’re sitting in an red-orange treehouse … but on the third floor (my office) with the dormers that are painted dark blue, it’s like being in a cathedral as all the light filtered through the changing leaves makes a stained glass pattern on the walls. I LOVE it!!! Great to hear from you, FF!!!

  3. Sing with me now…”The falling leaves drift by the window, those autumn leaves of red and gold…” Oh wait! Must have been a Yankee! LOL

  4. Hi Betty,

    Exactly how did you manage to coat the errant squirrels with Palmolive Dish Soap? Did they put up a fight?

    -Andrew Booz

    • You are SO funny … but believe me, if I could catch one of those critters, I’d use more than Dish Soap … they constantly tear up my pots & plants, but this attack on my beloved pumpkins was just TOO MUCH TO BEAR!! (LOVE hearing from the Booz fam!!)

    • If I were armed (and this is why I would never own a gun), I would blow those squirrels to kingdom come — they dig up all my containers, they eat my pumpkins — grrrrrrr! That was just my last-minute brainstorm to ruin their afternoon snack!!!

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