"So Autumn’s not the end, not the last rung
Of any ladder in the yearly climb
"When that is deathly old which once was young,Since time’s no ladder but a constant wheel
"Like an old paddled mill that dips and churns
The mill-race, and upon the summit turns
"Unceasingly to heel Over, and scoop fresh water out of time."
Poem: Vita Sackville-West , The Garden, Autumn
Pictures: Greenfield Village in Dearborn Michigan, October 2009
2 comments:
Lovely autumn pictures and, yes, soon fresh water will be scooped out of time. The first time I've seen Vita Sackville-West quoted on a garden blog, although she was a gardener! Hope you had a good holiday!
You can upload your pix to my shutterfly site! People can also grab photos from there, so you need not burn and mail CDs of them. Of course, mine were edited down to 72 dpi, so they are not print-out worthy.... Let me know if you want hi-res versions for hard copies.
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