Lord God Almighty, in whose Name the founders of this country won liberty for themselves and for us, and lit the torch of freedom for nations then unborn: Grant that we and all the people of this land may have grace to maintain our liberties in righteousness and peace; through Jesus Christ our Lord, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, for ever and ever. Amen.

from The Book of Common Prayer…

Two Hundred Years of Blue – Brain Pickings

Cerulean splendor from Goethe, Thoreau, Virginia Woolf, Vladimir Nabokov, Rachel Carson, Toni Morrison, and other literary masters.
— Read on www.brainpickings.org/2018/05/17/two-hundred-years-of-blue/

Ominous Storms and Strange

 

Beware ye Isle most glorious

of queens and kings both

Lions and Lambs.

Something wicked and strange

this way comes.

An Ophelien wind portends,

bending its vortexed eye

toward Dover.

The Ides of October

to history amend.

 

Azaleas

Originally posted on bitsofmyselfcom. A scribbling penner with mysterious thoughts…:
Artist-Barbie Smith Mathis
Columbia, SC

Hush

Coming on Fall

photos my Myra…

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Orange-THE Blazing Color of Fall came crashing into my home this week- almost October, time to bring the gold of autumn inside. 

Orange came smashing through the muted blues, grays, yellows and white of my rooms. It came by way of this cake platter I saw and fell in love with, knew I had to have and ultimately ordered from anthropologie.com.

In order to bring it all together in my dining room, I pulled out two white pumpkins from last year, picked up a few tiny new ones.

The table cover is actually a Tibetan throw from Celedon.com a fabulous source for all things cool and unusual in Mt. Pleasant, S.C.

Sideboard-wise and continuing the cake stand theme, the huge mums are from last year, purchased at AceHardware, a locally owed with a totally unique home and gift department. The white and silver runner is from anthropologie.com.  The wonderful silver platter is a family heirloom. 

All in all, Orange is here and seems to be doing well. Crashing and smashing into my room with its Blazing Color of Fall.

Mums and pumpkins, purples and reds, indigo hues of Tibetan seams long ago stitched: sparkling twines interwoven against polished silver, reflecting all of golden Autumn.

Ah…I smile.

This Child of Ours

Photo:Nicole Capalbo Dingle

She can say more with one expression than most folks can in an entire conversation. 🎀✨❤️