The first week of October has been absolutely glorious! Blessings all around.
1. Every beautiful sunny day is a treasure.
Go slow October – go slow!
O hushed October morning mild,
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
Tomorrow’s wind, if it be wild,
Should waste them all.
The crows above the forest call;
Tomorrow they may form and go.
O hushed October morning mild,
Begin the hours of this day slow.
Make the day seem to us less brief.
Hearts not averse to being beguiled,
Beguile us in the way you know.
Release one leaf at break of day;
At noon release another leaf;
One from our trees, one far away.
Retard the sun with gentle mist;
Enchant the land with amethyst.
For the grapes’ sake, if they were all,
Whose leaves already are burnt with frost,
Whose clustered fruit must else be lost~
For the grapes’ sake along the wall.
(thanks for reminding me of this beautiful poem, Jewels!)
2. A late September afternoon was perfect for a picnic with the www gang minus one. (we missed our travelling www)
I think an end of September dip may be an historic event for giraffe in the snow 🙂
3. The week grew progressively warmer and everyone seemed to be outside enjoying it. I was so glad Roger had a wedding at the beach. ( He really had to twist my arm to get me to come along 🙂 ) I found an empty picnic table further down the beach and enjoyed a quiet time reading, breathing in the salt air, and giving thanks for God’s beautiful gifts all around me.
4. Our sunny days have been wonderful for the tourists arriving on the cruise ships. Here’s a curious phenomena I’ve noted – a lot of Islanders seem to feel responsible for the weather. I don’t know why, but I always feel a wee bit proud when the weather is good for visitors and somewhat apologetic when it’s bad. Is this an Island trait? Or do you all feel that way about your homeplace?
5. My last favourite for this week is the lovely afternoon date I had with my beloved – a picnic and a long walk on a woods trail.
Here lie the people of the past. Deep within this ground are over 160 years of history buried with ancestors of Islanders today. Courageous first settlers of the 1880’s, they worked long and hard to carve farmland out offorest. Now Bovyer, Lawson, Auld and other pioneers lie buried in this secluded spot. American sailors lie here too, brought to a quick death in the Yankee Gale of 1851. This savage autumn storm wrecked their ships and cast them on the sands of the North shore. Tread lightly on this ground, move carefully around, for you walk where others lie ~ the people of the past.
The Yankee Gale is such a gripping story ~ “The Third of October, 1851, brought perhaps the greatest marine disaster in P.E.I. history. The afternoon was warm and still….. the sky heavily clouded. The north and north west had a lurid, glassy appearance about sunset. It was a Friday, perhaps the best remembered Friday in P.E.I. history. A violent gale and wind arose from the East-North-East, which continued for two terrifying days. Before it was over, the New England fleet, fishing off our shores was devastated – nearly 100 vessels were wrecked or stranded, and hundreds killed . . .”
For the rest of the story, check out The Island Register.
Well, I’ve come to the end of my favourite 5. It really was hard to narrow it down this week. But, I find that a challenging exercise every week! Thanks to Susanne for inspiring us to count the blessings.
And thanks to you for joining me. May your week be bright and beautiful!