Autumn carries more gold in its pockets than all the other seasons. (Jim Bishop) Of all the seasons in Kentucky, I like fall best with its myriad days bathed in soft light, keeping company with tepid warmth and gentle breezes following summer’s humid heaviness. I like the way it lingers, sometimes right up to Thanksgiving, a seductress stubbornly clinging to her teasing ways. Fall helps … Continue reading Fall Fever in Kentucky
Saw a sign yesterday that read, “Spring is coming soon.” That’s something we’re all wondering about, even in Kentucky, where we’ve been having an unusually cold March, which makes it hard to believe the Kentucky Derby is merely six weeks away. They say it may be related to melting glaciers changing our wind patterns. But the real sign nature is about to turn generous was … Continue reading Where are the songs of Spring?
Nothing is so beautiful as Spring – When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush; Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrush Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing; The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brush The descending blue; that blue is all in a rush With richness; the … Continue reading Reflections on Spring’s delicate weave