Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Autumn leaves in my garden
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Friday Flash 55
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It was a long time ago. It was late Autumn.
Winter winds blasted last colours from trees.
I remember a little girl in a pretty floral dress, happily dancing barefooted in the leaves, tossing them high.
Nearby was a removal truck.
That was a long time ago!
But I still can dance in Autumn leaves.
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I love a sunburnt country / A land of sweeping plains / Of ragged mountain ranges / Of droughts and flooding rains / I love her far horizons / I love her jewel-sea / Her beauty and her terror / The wide brown land for me / ~ Dorothea Mackellar (1885-1968)
Friday, July 9, 2010
Autumn can be a time to dance...
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Gemma...?
This really made me smile..
Beautifully written 55 My Friend.
You folks 'Down Under' with your different seasons sure seems so far away with today temp hitting 102f ya know.
Thanks for this little Gem, and have a Kick Ass Week-End...G
smiles. any reason or season is a good season to dance...but the leaves make it extra special...wonderful 55!
my 55 is up!
The leaves are delightful... a reminder that summer is all too brief, and Alaska's autumn lurks just weeks from now.
Still, reasons to dance live in the brightly colored foliage.
nice work! ü and it's about autumn! i like the photo, too. ü
Love dancing in the leaves on a cool moon lit eve
yep I can dream cuz it is almost 100 here
thanks for the 55
oo I'm thinking Moondancewriter
100+ here too - give me some of that autumn...
that is cute! I also love childhood memories :)
somehow I feel that the child in us lives no matter how old we grow!
THere is a beauty in falling leaves.
Beautiful tribute to autumn, just loved 'Winter winds blasted last colours from trees.' And though it's winter now, this week I finally found time to rake up leaves from the backyard and put in the garden waste bin.
My 55 is here
Oh, cabaret dancer, I know a dancer,
Whose eyes have not looked on the feasts that are vain.
I know a dancer, I know a dancer,
Whose soul has no bond with the beasts of the plain:
Judith the dancer, Judith the dancer,
With foot like the snow, and with step like the rain
from How a Little Girl Danced by Vachel Lindsay
Gone for romantic tragedy today. Click here to read my 55 story.
Wonderful! Atotally lovely way to start my day!
Dx
What a stunning picture. It makes me long for Autumn - it's my favourite time of the year.
Jst stepped in your blog..
glad to find one worth following..
i love T.S Eloit too...his poems are ever charming..
loved dis post on autumn...
but i still dance in autumn leaves...wonderful..u appear a beautiful soul..
Nice 55!
(I'm a sucker for anything Autumn)
beautiful and cool!
love fall leaves and the festive feelings.
cheers!
Love the sound of leaves crunching beneath my feet. Great Aurumn 55. My 55 is HERE .
Gemma -- I like your new header with the collage of some of your best photos -- and your wonderful lines about winter.
I've often wondered if people who never experience a winter season have a different, less reflective attitude about life. (We haven't had much of it in the last few years as we travel away from it, but we experienced our share for years). People who live their whole lives in Southern California or Florida never even would really know what it is like.
I'll join you in the leaves, but first I'm putting on my shoes. Those leave can be prickly.
My summer corn is just starting to tassle and the tomatoes are going from green to yellow. It's hard to imagine it's not summer everywhere :)
Lovely picture, the light on those leaves is perfect, as is your 55. It's been too long since I looked at autumns leaves and thought of dancing.
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