Good morning!
It’s Sunday. What better day for us to head outside than on the autumnal equinox?
We’ve reached the tipping point of change, the fulcrum upon which the seasons rest, a celestial teeter-totter whose game will be won by an autumn already fattened with cider donuts and pumpkin pie.
So let’s walk down to the woods and see what the leaves and the sky have to say.
“No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.”
—John Donne
Ahhhh, lovely.
Onwards we go,
Clara
p.s.—You can also watch today’s video via this link.
September 22, 2024