A Poem

“You think I am dead,”
The apple tree said,
“Because I have never a leaf to show–
Because I stoop,
And my branches droop,
And the dull gray mosses over me grow!
But I’m still alive in trunk and shoot;
The buds of next May
I fold away–
But I pity the withered grass at my root.”
“You think I am dead,”
The quick grass said,
“Because I have parted with stem and blade!
But under the ground
I am safe and sound
With the snow’s thick blanket over me laid.
I’m all alive, and ready to shoot,
Should the spring of the year
Come dancing here–
But I pity the flower without branch or root.”
“You think I am dead,”
A soft voice said,
“Because not a branch or root I own.
I never have died,
But close I hide
In a plumy seed that the wind has sown.
Patient I wait through the long winter hours;
You will see me again–
I shall laugh at you then,
Out of the eyes of a hundred flowers.”
Edith M. Thomas.

Weather is changing

It has been so warm and sunny I hate to see it end.  It rained today and they say it's getting colder and more fall like now.  I have my yard work finished except I may still prune a couple bushes but maybe not as the flowers are probably set for the spring already. 
Time to tackle a little more housework and do a little fall decorating with witches and goblins.  Mostly have the 'potting shed' turned back into a garage.  Still have the hose and grill out though. 
Looking forward to farmers market on saturday to stock up on veggies to use for crock pot meals. 
Tomorrow is library day and I see they are having another used book sale this weekend so I may go to that.
That's about all I've got for today.