A sparkle on the leaves

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"How silently they tumble down
And come to rest upon the ground
To lay a carpet, rich and rare,
Beneath the trees without a care,
Content to sleep, their work well done,
Colors gleaming in the sun.

At other times, they wildly fly
Until they nearly reach the sky.
Twisting, turning through the air
Till all the trees stand stark and bare.
Exhausted, drop to earth below
To wait, like children, for the snow."
- Elsie N. Brady, Leaves

November has arrived. Pen in hand I sit by my window and try to collect my thoughts. I must try and concentrate and plan for the coming holidays... but I can't! The magic of Autumn continues to lure me and distract me. I use any excuse to go for a walk, to step outside and hear the leaves crunch beneath my feet, to wrap myself in a velvet cloak, to sit on a park bench,  close my eyes and soak the last bit of warmth the golden sun has to offer.

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Abby, who has also succumbed to the spell of the leaves pauses for a moment to model her black velvet dress :0)

 (Sorry, photo is a bit fuzzy)

   

November has not only brought golden leaves, it's also brought a lovely surprise which has added a sparkle to my day. I have received the Simply Lovely Award from my dear friend Paula, the talented creator of Tattered Gold.   In this amazing world of Blogging there are places that shine with a light of their own, places where magical feelings abound. Paula's place is that and more.

Thank you Paula, you are the best!

To continue with the "rules of the game" I should pass on this Award to 15 lovely bloggers. I do agonize everytime I am asked to do this, I TRULY feel that ALL the Blogs I visit and follow deserve this Award and more. So, my dear friends,  feel free to grab the botton and display it. I hope this brings as many special sparkles to your day as it has brought to mine!

 Sunshine is calling... I hear the distant sound of a tamborine...

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"There is music in the meadows, in the air --

Autumn is here;

Skies are gray, but hearts are mellow,

Leaves are crimson, brown, and yellow;

Pines are soughing, birches stir,

And the Gipsy trail is fresh beneath the fir..."

(William Stanley Braithwaite, Lyric of Autumn)