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.
The reddening October trees,
That hardly sway before a breeze
As soft as summer: summer's loss
Seems little, dear! on days like these.
Ernest Dowson
| photo by Vintage |
I can imagine the steam from hot tea spiraling up from this gorgeous leaf-strewn teacup, can't you? It is a Royal Chelsea Red Leaves teacup and matching saucer. The trade name Royal Chelsea was used from c.1943 especially on teaware for the North
American market. Marks do not include the company name, but have the script ‘Chelsea’,
‘New Chelsea’ or ‘Royal Chelsea’ trade name above an anchor.
| photo by Vintage at zibbet |
On this crisp, foggy morning what would be better than scrambled eggs, fresh berries and hot cinnamon rolls?
I even dusted the freshly iced rolls with a sprinkling of more cinnamon. Mmm! While we ate breakfast I decided to do some gardening afterwards, which meant a spruce up for the waning Fairy Garden. A sweet friend of mine recently sent me mini pumpkins and I knew the perfect place for them.
Some of the Irish Moss has dried up and the flowers have shrunken since our North facing yard is getting less sunlight now. A scarecrow has taken up residence near the pumpkin patch to keep the Fairy company!
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.
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.
E. Dowson
Enjoy the last of October~
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