At the autumnal equinox (Sept 22, 2008; 11:44:18 A.M. EDT), the Sun appears to cross the celestial equator, from north to south; this marks the beginning of autumn in the Northern Hemisphere.
Autumn Wind
by Wu-ti (157-87 B.C.)
Autumn wind rises: white clouds fly.
Grass and trees wither: geese go south.
Orchids all in bloom: chrysanthemums smell sweet.
I think of my lovely lady: I never can forget.
Floating-pagoda boat crosses
Across the mid-stream white waves rise;
Flute and drum keep time to sound of rowers' song;
Amidst revel and feasting, sad thoughts come;
Youth's years how few! Age how sure!
[Translated by Arthur Waley (1889-1966)]
Climate plays a deciding role when determining the appropriate tree planting time. Newly planted trees do best when exposed to moderate temperature and rainfall; they need time to root and acclimatize before the onset of intense heat and dryness of summer or the freezing temperatures of winter.
Time to Plant Trees
Time to plant trees
You’re down on your knees
Time to plant trees
Near a swarm of bees
You plant a little tree
And it may grow and grow
Or it may die in winter’s snow
Only God does know.
[Award winning poem by Sometimes Saintly Nick, age 9 years]
Dedicate a blog post to Domestic Violence Awareness.
On November 6, 2008 bloggers from all across the globe
will blog for peace.
We will speak with one voice. One subject. One day.
You may go HERE to create your Peace Globe.
If you have yet to vote for a photograph of Alex in the poll at the top of the sidebar, please do. You can find the photographs on which the vote is being taken HERE.
I tried to comment yesterday and my computer crashed. Anyway I'm back!
ReplyDeleteI love your poem. It's my favourite.
I do love the kitty photos and never tire of them. I think I like the Do Not Want best of thye recent ones.
The Forever Autumn video is beautiful. This time of year, I always think of Justin Hayward singing a different Forever Autumn. (And I would link to it here if I was more computer adept.) Even though the words had nothing to do with my life at the time the song was playing on the radio - I was pregnant with my daughter then - I loved it because of its beauty and because of Hayward's sweet voice. The song reflects the melancholy that comes for me during this time of falling leaves.
ReplyDeleteYour poem, written at 9, is great! Pretty amazing, actually, that you at that age recognized that our actions and intentions don't always guarantee things will happen as we planned.
Thank you, Nick.
Fall is my favorite time of year in Bloggingham. I have three acres of trees. They are a gift I never take for granted. In the Fall, I am in heaven. Wonderful post.
ReplyDeleteThank you for promoting BlogBlast. Your peace globe is awesome!!!!!
This is a lovely post, NIck. I really appreciate the poems, globes, and the video. I hope that you and Alex have a wonderful Fall.
ReplyDeleteLovely post Nick. :)
ReplyDeleteI LOVE the poem you wrote when you were 9!
ReplyDeleteThat poem by nine-year-old Nick shows a certain talent. I love the video, too, glorious scenes and colours.
ReplyDeleteHello Nick and Alex,
ReplyDeleteThat fall pic is gorgeous!! It's gotten chilly here and the leaves are starting to change. I don't like it, but at least it's colorful. ;)
Hope you are both well. I voted for an Alex pic, although it was tough, they are all so darn handsome!
--snow
We think that is a very good poem to have been written by a 9 year old.
ReplyDeleteWe think that is a very good poem to have been written by a 9 year old.
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