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Author Archive: Betty Hanselman
The Month of October
“For me the autumn has never been a sad season. The dead leaves and the increasingly shorter days have never suggested the end of anything, but rather an expectation of the future. . . . there is an electricity in the air in October evenings at nightfall. Even when it is raining. I do not feel low at that hour of the day, nor do I have the sense of time flying by. I have the impression that everything is possible. The year begins in the month of October.”
~ Patrick Modiano, contemporary French novelist
Shared by Betty Hanselman
Gardener’s wife (& hope filled in October)
The Loveliness of Trees
Orange in the autumn time
Blossoms in the spring
Shelter for the animals
A perch for birds to sing
Stalwart in the colder months
In warmth, a rustling sea
Is there anything in all the world
More lovely than a tree?
~ Laura Jaworski (current American poet and crochet artist)
Gladly shared by Betty Hanselman
Gardener’s wife (& tree-loveliness fanatic)
~ Photo credit: Lisa Ball, our daughter, who graciously shared the beauty of her Ontario, Canada property with us in these Autumn 2024 photos.
Autumnal
“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.”
~ Ernest Dowson (English poet and novelist, 1867 – 1900)
Gladly shared by Betty Hanselman
Gardener’s wife (& inspired by October)
An Autumn Walk
“There are few things finer than a walk among the trees on an autumn day.”
~ Laura Jaworski (contemporary American poet and crochet artist)
Joyfully contributed by Betty Hanselman
Gardener’s wife (& fellow autumn walker and crocheter)
~Photo credit: Our daughter, Lisa Ball, recently shared these glorious photos with us from her property in the Muskoka Lakes Region of Ontario, Canada.
Autumn…
“. . . you know what autumn looks like. . . . you have surely seen postcards and photographs of the kind of autumn I mean. The trees go all red and blazing orange and gold, and wood fires burn at night so everything smells of crisp branches. The world rolls about delightedly in a heap of cider and candy and apples and pumpkins and cold stars rush by through wispy, ragged clouds . . . .”
~ Catherynne M. Valente, contemporary American writer and poet, in The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland . . . .
Shared by Betty Hanselman
Gardener’s wife (& autumn enthusiast)
