Cowering inside, The Watcher sees sun dancing on wildly waving branches.
Devistated garden, filled with flowers dead and dying, awaits The Watcher.
Meanwhile leaves are running helter skelter from their windblown trees.
Jostling and bumping in their haste to get away.
Unaware--their fate lurking below.
The Watcher grabs a rake.
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Put 'em in the compost bin!
Yeah. Poor things.
"The Watcher sees sun dancing..."
J'aime beaucoup !
C'est très beau !
Here in England (dislike "UK", 'cos we ain't that "united" these days!) we have had a long, warm Autumn and the leaves have been gorgeous and late falling. But they are going quickly now and the local bluebell wood (in Spring only of course) is now thickly carpeted in golden leaves.
Ai! laurië lantar lassi súrinen! (source and translation?? - HHnB should surely get that one!)
This was fun to read. Wish raking leaves inspired me! We have tons to rake, front and back but whenever there is a lull in the weather we are off to do other things.
Happy Thanksgiving Vita!
jean. bien de remerciements.
avus. I prefer to say England, too, I just didn't know other people did, too. In Oregon our Autumn was just like your English one. Looks like hhnb have a bluebell wood. I looked up your quote so know the answers, but will keep mum, as I feel looking it up is sort of cheating.
Dear Mrs. Staggs. That's exactly what I was trying to do--whip up a little incentive for myself.
Hi! I think that would be something about the golden leaves of Lothlorian by Tolkien?
Ah the benefits of city life...no raking! My grandmother (who actually has a yard) does not have a compost pile, she has this burning chimney for leaves in her back yard. However, she does sprinkle the ashes around the trees that lost em'. It makes a dandy fertilizer. But does that make the tree...a cannibal? Anyway, hope you are doing well. I tried the recipe you posted, sans the nuts. It is definately a keeper! Next time, I will try adding a little cayenne pepper to the batter.
The two erasures are mine - they went wrong!
I don't think that "looking up" quotes is cheating at all. No one can carry everything in their head and it is fun doing the "detective work" and opens up new possibilities. I am about to sit down and re-read the Lord of the Rings because I had to delve into it to find the exact quote, which I vaguely remembered (and Autumn seems the best time to start it again, too).
HHnB - you are making an informed guess, I guess!
From the "elven language", Quenya:
"Alas the leaves fall like gold in the wind" .
You can actually hear Tolkien reading this poem in "elvish" at:
http://audiopoetry.wordpress.com/2006/08/10/laurie-lantar-lassi-surinen/
Galadriel's Lament. avus, hhnb, knowlypowly, Wow.
Dark, good to see you again. My friend burns her horse's dung and feeds that ash to her garden, which thrives. That was an aptly gruesome thought about the tree. Reminds me of a short story by Steven King. Cayenne sounds good in the tea cake. At age 6 I got in trouble for adding cayenne to the pot of cocoa.
I can't believe I missed this post!Vita, you're a poet and a watcher! Can I hang out with you more, so I can soak up some of your coolness??
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