By Robert Frost
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.
Slow, slow!
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.
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My Tuesday was even more of a Monday than my Monday was. Case in point: I went out to buy hair stuff at Ulta, only to discover when I went to check out that in my desperation to find a coupon that as it happened had already expired, I had left my wallet at home. The trip to AC Moore was therefore postponed as well. I did manage to get some computer stuff done, though my laptop kept me up very late last night downloading 91, count 'em, 91 updates after finally letting the service pack install once I had run 14, count 'em, 14 suggested Microsoft fixes. And look, finally The Water Diviner trailer!
It was only a one-bunny, one-deer day, which I blame on it being nearly dark by 7 p.m., boo. In our ongoing effort to figure out which TV shows are worth watching, we watched the new episode of Agents of SHIELD, which was okay, and Forever, which I am loving -- not just Ioan Gruffudd whom I always love even in the Fantastic Four movies, but interesting women and a great, unconventional father-son relationship and lots of humor, which Gotham could really afford to emulate. Here are some photos from Artsfest at Annmarie Gardens a couple of weekends ago, including music and crafts:
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