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Beauty wears a frown as Autumn colours fade and die The Summer’s warmth now distant as the year it hurries by November looms. Finality the year is almost done Now in the throws of Winter the Spring has far to come Yet all is not lost for soon the chill will see Jack Frost’s return when beauty’s frown will disappear and new winter wonders learn
Show me a colour, one that describes me Look at my face – the colour behind my eyes It cries for the sun and pines away on these rainy days Curled in a ball and shivering, It longs for a blue that paints the skies I have a paintbox here somewhere; it has a bright palette One I have used many times, mixing over and over as old and dusty colours lend their way to young ones bright and new Blending easily with the marks I have made
On the breath of a morning I caught in the air a lingering fragrance subtle and rare A remnant of summer to cherish and hold and remain with me as the autumn turns gold
And here for Sunday the sun still has its hat on Hip, hip, hip hooray Golden for autumn it still shines yellow and warm Hip, hip, hip hooray Shining still brightly it stays and it continues Hip, hip, hip hooray
I've been writing now for ages my pen just can't keep still and I'm certain that will be the case for more years yet until I've lost the plot entirely and the words, dried up, are done (I'll rue the day) but then accept that day has finally come But I'm pleased to say for now at least I still write every day as life it still continues and has plenty more to say So that's what I use my words for to paint the life I see in all its many nuances as it evolves 'round me
We've had a week of adventures but it's good to be home full of the joy of the pleasures we've known We've had seven more days of summer and sunshine and although mid-October the weather's been so kind
On our last day we went back to Lyme to look for fossils on the beach heading westward from the town to one in easy reach And found them, oh I think we did some massive ones at that in boulders far too heavy to take home and that's a fact So I built a sculpture with flat stones I found and balanced there quite pleased with my achievement took photographs to share And the sun as it had been all week shone down and warmed and beamed as we sat down and rested on the sand and looked and dreamed
A fish supper on the Cob at Lyme Regis evening time not so many people now though the weather is still fine Watched the fishing boats return with flocks of seagulls there watching out for morsels or wayward fishes spare
With the sunshine on the water and the blueness of the sky you'd be forgiven for believing this was summer and July But no, it's mid-October and yet the sun's still very strong bringing with it warming rays which to summer should belong
By the orange cliffs at Seaton on the beach is a dead tree looking like a natural sculpture beside East Devon's sea Of course I had to get a closer look so I walked along the beach til I was close to where it was with it in easy reach It really was quite lovely sculpted there by nature's hand A little sad that it was dead yet still it's proud to stand
So we all walked back to Charmouth early morning 'round sunrise with mist in all the valleys and a glow atop the rise Took us about an hour then we walked right back again as the sun climbed higher brightly in the east from whence it came
It was snowing in Lyme Regis except it wasn't, it was fake Warner Brothers filming there a new movie for to make Willy Wonka 2 so we believe and they'd made a winter scene but although they'd finished filming we could see where they had been
So we wandered down to Charmouth beside the River Char bathed in October sunshine with views spectacular around about three miles so it didn't take us long and it was really rather warm as the sunshine was quite strong
Walked out for some exploring early morning of the day found the Five Bells atop the hill saw sheep and lambs at play the sun gleamed on the tower of the church down in the village as a big tractor passed me close by avoiding country spillage
Before the Dorset sun retired at the end of a fine day we went for a small wander down the lanes around this way At the crossroads we went straight ahead as it seemed the thing to do passed by the Crooch Farm courtyard 'neath a cloudless sky of blue
In Whitchurch Canonicorum here at Courthouse Farm we six came for adventure in a big converted barn Deep in the Dorset countryside but not far from the coast for a week of fun and frolics of which we'll make the most
We're all quite excited and the bags are all packed with wellington boots and scarves, coats and hats the route is selected and we all know the way as we're finally going on our holiday
I'm on Worthing seafront it's grey and there's rain but I'm at Bison's beach bar with a beer once again Besides I'm on holiday so I don't really care as it's just nice to sit and do nothing down there
Last week I braved the train because I had to and it wasn't all that nice seemed the people had forgotten and were content to pay the price But today was a different matter and I felt more at ease travelling in for pleasure with just myself to please
Well, although the sun was shining and some warmth was evident it wasn't packing substance to support a whole day spent sitting by a beach hut just looking at the sea So I decided not to do that quite unreservedly
And this morning the sunshine returned with a smile as it's been fairly rainy and wet for a while The mercury's rising and the thermometer shows the direction the warmth and my wandering goes
Today I am quite pleased to say is when it's gone is my last day for two whole weeks as Monday next we're off to Dorset (watch this text) Yes two whole weeks of holiday when I can rest Hip, Hip, Hooray two whole weeks to nothing do which I'd imagine so would you
This place, this haven it's all of us and we all miss it if because for some misfortune or mishap we have to tell the little chap there'll be no running through the grass or round the corner as we pass
kernels kind, karmic kitsch
karyogamic keys, kind kittens
keyboard kneaded, knurled knees
kittens’ knowhow, knight’s kaizen
It rained and then it rained some more and the more it rained the more I saw as water trickled here and there and got in almost everywhere
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