“May you fall in love with October…”

“May you fall in love with October
and all the beauty it brings,
May your life be as colorful
as the turning of the leaves!”(Charmaine J. Forde)

“Puissiez-vous tomber amoureux d’Octobre et de toute la beauté qu’il nous offre;
que votre vie soit aussi éblouissante que le changement de couleur de ses feuilles!”(Charmaine J. Forde)
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some say that Fall is the season of the soul, and October – the month of the heart…

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bonus: Autumnal… by Ernest Dowson

Pale amber sunlight falls across
The reddening October trees,
That hardly sway before a breeze
As soft as summer: summer’s loss
Seems little, dear! on days like these.

Let misty autumn be our part!
The twilight of the year is sweet:
Where shadow and the darkness meet
Our love, a twilight of the heart
Eludes a little time’s deceit.

Are we not better and at home
In dreamful Autumn, we who deem
No harvest joy is worth a dream?
A little while and night shall come,
A little while, then, let us dream.

Beyond the pearled horizons lie
Winter and night: awaiting these
We garner this poor hour of ease,
Until love turn from us and die
Beneath the drear November trees.

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let’s be free, spontaneous, ‘wild’…:-)

“Let me drink from the waters where the mountain streams flood, let the smell of wildflowers flow free through my blood, let me sleep in your meadows with the green grassy leaves, before I go down under the ground…”(Bob Dylan)
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btw, did you know that John Muir, the famous naturalist and wild life expert offered to buy from his brother a sanctuary for the wildflowers that had gladdened his youth?… his brother declined to part with the land, yet, he could never suppress John Muir’s idea; like these mountain flowers, mushrooms included, let’s be free, spontaneous, ‘wild’ – at least now and then… 🙂

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“Laissez-moi boire les eaux des torrents de montagne, laissez couler dans mon sang l’odeur des fleurs sauvages, laissez-moi dormir dans vos prairies couvertes d’herbes et de feuilles vertes, avant que je ne plonge dans la terre…”(Bob Dylan)
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à propos, saviez-vous que John Muir, le célèbre naturaliste et spécialiste de la vie sauvage, a proposé d’acheter à son frère un sanctuaire pour les fleurs sauvages qui avaient réjoui sa jeunesse?… son frère a refusé de se séparer de la terre, mais  il n’a jamais réussi à faire disparaître l’idée de John Muir; comme ces fleurs de montagne, champignons inclus, soyons libres, spontanés, “farouches” – au moins de temps à autre… 🙂

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