Later today Ed arrives to help pack me up and whisk me away to TN to continue our journey together. And I find myself leaving at one of the most beautiful times of the year here in New England. If time permits, I will take one last tour through the streets of my childhood before I go and stop for one last look of three homes in which I lived, the homes of my friends whom I visited often and the two room school house to which we walked through woods and worn paths between yards. I will stop by the the cemetery where generations lie and say my goodbyes.
But today I'll share a Robert Frost poem that I think is particularly beautiful for a particularly beautiful October day.
O HUSHED October morning mild,
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
To-morrow’s wind, if it be wild,
Should waste them all.
The crows above the forest call;
To-morrow they may form and go.
O hushed October morning mild,
Begin the hours of this day slow,
Make the day seem to us less brief.
Hearts not averse to being beguiled,
Beguile us in the way you know;
Release one leaf at break of day;
At noon release another leaf;
One from our trees, one far away;
Retard the sun with gentle mist;
Enchant the land with amethyst.
For the grapes’ sake, if they were all,
Whose leaves already are burnt with frost,
Whose clustered fruit must else be lost—
For the grapes’ sake along the wall.
Have a wonderful day.