Monday, October 26, 2015

October's Bright Blue Weather

October 17, 2015, Charleston Falls  Photo by Pauline

October 17, 2015, Charleston Falls  Photo by Pauline

"O suns and skies and clouds of June,
And flowers of June together,
Ye cannot rival for one hour
October's bright blue weather."

First stanza of October's Bright Blue Weather by Helen Hunt Jackson.

My dad often recited this in October.  I'm sure it must have been one of the recital pieces he learned as a child.  Learning such poems was common when  he was in elementary school and schools presented programs for the parents.  There are eight stanzas in the poem, all of which paint pictures of October.

Below are some other photos of October.






The three photos above were taken by Tom in our backyard.


This was taken by Phil at Brukner Nature Center while walking the Brukner Butterfly Transit.

Postscript

I mowed and mulched after posting this blog.  That's when I noticed the sky was truly bright blue today.  I stopped mowing and mulching long enough to get my camera and take the photo above.

The last stanza of  Helen Hunt Jackson's poem...

O sun and skies and flowers of June,
  Count all your boasts together,
Love loveth best of all the year
  October's bright blue weather.

2 comments:

Far Side of Fifty said...

I am a little more fond of June than October! But Ohio vs Minnesota may be the difference. WE are pretty brown and expect snow anyday now. Your Asters are beautiful in your backyard.. Say Hi to Tom! Tomorrow I am attacking the lawn and leaves for the final time I hope it is dry enough to finish the yard work. It is cold here which is normal until the lake freezes then it seems to get warmer. :)

Pauline Persing said...

We should have almost another month of mostly pleasant days. By the end of November, most everything will be gray and brown, sometimes even snowy. I mowed, mulched the leaves in the yard yesterday. Still lots of leaves on the maple trees and on the burning bushes which are probably different from yours. The asters are from a start that a Philadelphia cousin gave us. He bought the original in Wisconsin. The native Ohio asters have finished blooming.