It is 63 degrees outside. It is beautiful. I don't remember the last time I walked around in the middle of November in a tee shirt, thinking about getting my sandles out, and knowing that there would be at least a week of this weather. A welcome respite from the cold.
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"Indian summer" makes me think of horses and fall leaves and pumpkins. The term was first used by a French American in the 1700's and in literature by John Greenleaf Whittier in 1841 in his poem "Memories"
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Thus, while at times before our eyes
The shadows melt, and fall apart,
And, smiling through them, round us lies
The warm light of our morning skies,--
The Indian Summer of the heart!
In secret sympathies of mind,
In founts of feeling which retain
Their pure, fresh flow, we yet may find
Our early dreams not wholly vain
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"Indian summer" makes me think of horses and fall leaves and pumpkins. The term was first used by a French American in the 1700's and in literature by John Greenleaf Whittier in 1841 in his poem "Memories"
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Thus, while at times before our eyes
The shadows melt, and fall apart,
And, smiling through them, round us lies
The warm light of our morning skies,--
The Indian Summer of the heart!
In secret sympathies of mind,
In founts of feeling which retain
Their pure, fresh flow, we yet may find
Our early dreams not wholly vain
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The Indian Summers of the heart. Isn't that beautiful? There is something about the words that sets my heart alight and makes me feel free and happy. An Indian summer day to frolic and play. To walk and run and lie in the grass, out toes bare, our arms showing.
The Indian Summers of the heart. Isn't that beautiful? There is something about the words that sets my heart alight and makes me feel free and happy. An Indian summer day to frolic and play. To walk and run and lie in the grass, out toes bare, our arms showing.
18 comments:
Yes, warm and wonderful. :)
Your right- beautiful poem filled with good/ nice words that hits ones heart. thanks for sharing
Beautiful quote. The weather was like that here after a weekend of cold:) Nice! Love the pretty pics lady!:)
Such a beautiful post!I too enjoyed a beautiful Indian Summer day here where I live. I love that poem and those images of the beautiful horses. Lovely. =)
Great quote and wonderful photos! Indian summer is the best!
(We had a week of really warm weather in Portland, too-70 degrees in November!)
beautiful pictures... and words. love Indian summer....
Oh I love having my toes in the grass. I keep trying with Pie, but mostly she wants to eat it.
Lovely poem. I love the idea of an Indian summer of the heart. Enjoy your days.
Gorgeous! Xox
Lucky you -sounds wonderful!
this is just a lovely post. i feel like i'm enjoying indian summer right beside you :)
That was so beautiful Erin. An Indian Summer of the Heart sounds like a personal metaphor.
Love the horse pictures - they really convey the divinity of these magnificent creatures.
We didn't get an Indian Summer this year... but I get you. And the idea of a "soul summer" works for me.
I'm with you, I love Indian summer! Great pictures to capture the mood!
Beautiful post and beautiful pictures! I love Indian summers!
i have been LOVING the weather this week. i'm sure it won't last, so i'm definitely going to soak it up as long as i can!
:)
xo Alison
We had one of those heavenly days yesterday.
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