tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613729047769383491.post3952333977115450870..comments2023-05-24T07:28:47.004-05:00Comments on Teresa Evangeline: In a Country Called OctoberTeresa Evangelinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05495114564099989481noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613729047769383491.post-9213117411922774602014-10-18T08:10:02.215-05:002014-10-18T08:10:02.215-05:00Thank you all for reading and commenting. :)Thank you all for reading and commenting. :)Teresa Evangelinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05495114564099989481noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613729047769383491.post-75117426372203197262014-10-17T02:13:47.454-05:002014-10-17T02:13:47.454-05:00You have a very nice Blog and if you don't min...You have a very nice Blog and if you don't mind I will follow you from Padova, Italy.<br />this photo is magic, and the words as well.. saluti !Massimohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07899853938735641917noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613729047769383491.post-64815253029249783212014-10-09T18:39:14.307-05:002014-10-09T18:39:14.307-05:00Wow, don't even get me going on Ray Bradbury, ...Wow, don't even get me going on Ray Bradbury, my favorite book ever is "Dandelion Wine" . Yes. October...bleeds in orange, yellow, maroon, and red.....a beautiful and <br />justifiable death to summer.WildBillhttp://www.wildramblings.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613729047769383491.post-79296393122188008072014-10-06T22:12:52.596-05:002014-10-06T22:12:52.596-05:00Yes, time indeed for thinking autumn thoughts.Yes, time indeed for thinking autumn thoughts.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613729047769383491.post-52233866831711218282014-10-06T18:14:06.397-05:002014-10-06T18:14:06.397-05:00Really beautiful!Really beautiful!Lindahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12692170857496442623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613729047769383491.post-73571856321131094992014-10-03T18:23:25.199-05:002014-10-03T18:23:25.199-05:00October's my favorite, too, and has been since...October's my favorite, too, and has been since childhood. Cool and crisp, filled with delights for the eye and treats for the tongue, and always, the pleasure of my birthday - every year in childhood, another inch or some taller, and now, as I fade, another inch shorter (though not every year!) I'm aware of my time on earth shortening, too, just like the days. Sometimes, it brings a tear, but very little sorrow.shoreacreshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16284698314697628805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613729047769383491.post-28087263096079056622014-10-03T13:12:03.265-05:002014-10-03T13:12:03.265-05:00simply beautiful. I love October. It is my very fa...simply beautiful. I love October. It is my very favorite time of year. It calls to me. aspiritofsimplicityhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14870339828098281415noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613729047769383491.post-47385379672485311992014-10-03T11:46:51.362-05:002014-10-03T11:46:51.362-05:00Finding an old paperback copy of October Country o...Finding an old paperback copy of October Country on top of a trash can in an alleyway in St. Louis while on vacation when I was a kid introduced me to a world of imagination I never knew existed! That book has a special place in my nine-year-old heart. Ritahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02043285884495492598noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613729047769383491.post-52454329176189368202014-10-03T03:10:53.684-05:002014-10-03T03:10:53.684-05:00Bradbury was unique in how he crafted his words in...Bradbury was unique in how he crafted his words into bits of remarkable, wasn't he? This would be swell book of stories to pick up all through October. Thanks for this, Teresa. Penny O'Neillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14665025558373015362noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613729047769383491.post-71086970976880228212014-10-03T02:00:00.279-05:002014-10-03T02:00:00.279-05:00The fallen leaves that jewel the ground
They know ...The fallen leaves that jewel the ground<br />They know the art of dying<br />And leave with joy their glad gold hearts<br />In the scarlet shadows lying<br /><br />When hunger calls my footsteps home<br />The morning follows after<br />I swim the seas within my mind<br />And the pine-trees laugh green laughter<br /><br />"October Song" by Robin Williamson of The Incredible String Band - minstrels of my youthful days.John "By Stargoose And Hanglands"https://www.blogger.com/profile/00832873074550725579noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613729047769383491.post-25762281296059817832014-10-02T20:51:37.448-05:002014-10-02T20:51:37.448-05:00Ray Bradbury knew this season, didn't he? Than...Ray Bradbury knew this season, didn't he? Thank you for giving it to me to savor and ponder. :-)DJanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07152183871573797791noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1613729047769383491.post-4017524750249163602014-10-02T13:30:53.297-05:002014-10-02T13:30:53.297-05:00Oh -- what a lovely piece of prose about autumn --...Oh -- what a lovely piece of prose about autumn -- this is a saver for me. thanks Teresa -- barbaraFolkways Note Bookhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07168881905408345126noreply@blogger.com