22 September 2008


"Come said the wind to the leaves one day,

Come o're the meadows and we will play.

Put on your dresses scarlet and gold,

For summer is gone and the days grow cold."

- Children's Song of the 1880's


Mr Puffy's Knitting Blog: said...

We are definately of like mind!

Carol said...


Maureen said...

What a great quote!

Come, come now Carol. Is it that you're really just sad that summer's come to an end? (said with a smile and a wink!)

jane knitter said...

I love the turn of the seasons, each has it's day so distinct that you know the turn has come. These lines are so evocative. Coffee on the deck this morning required a sweater. Fall flowers will start blooming,
skeltons will appear on doorways, leaves will fill the streets and rustle as we walk. Knitters will pull out summers bounty of sweaters, hats and mitts. I am ready for the smell of wood smoke on the evening breeze.

Lorraine said...

Bridget- Robert Frost's "Nothing Gold Can Stay" is lovely.

Isn't the weather glorious?

Anonymous said...

We are getting lovely Fall-ish breezes; hope it isn't false (or Fallse) advertising!

Tracy said...

Hi, Bridget! LOVE the poem! Happy Autumn to you & yours...And baby James is a super sweetie pie! Could just kiss his sweet apple cheeks... Thanks so much for visiting me--so glad to meet you! Happy Days :o)