Snowy Eveningtide ...

“Who dreamed that beauty passes like a dream?”

           ~ William Butler Yeats

               ~ 1865-1939

As sunset fades, a beautiful eveningtide slips over the landscape like a dream after a fresh snowfall at Trexler Memorial Park, Allentown, Pennsylvania.

Until Next Summer ...

“I’ll remember you

Long after this endless summer has gone

I’ll be lonely oh so lonely

Living only to remember you …

To your arms someday I’ll return to stay

Till then I will remember too

Every bright star we made wishes upon

Love me always, promise always

Oooh, you’ll remember too

I’ll remember you.”

                            “I’ll Remember You”

                   ~ written by Kui Lee, 1964

   ~ recorded by the great Elvis Presley, 1966

A trail running through the State Game Lands to Bake Oven Knob, Germansville, Pennsylvania is spun into a summer memory as my most favorite of seasons shows off the last of its sun-dappled beauty on a mid-September afternoon.

Miss Scarlett ...

"How beautifully leaves grow old.
How full of light and color are their last days."
                  ~ John Burroughs
                               ~ 1837-1921

The vibrant scarlet foliage of this beautiful red maple tree is not "Gone With The Wind" on a breezy November afternoon at Trexler Nature Preserve, Schnecksville, Pennsylvania.

Autumn In Dixie ...

“I was born and raised on a Carolina sea island and I carried the sunshine of the low-country, inked in dark gold, on my back and shoulders.”

                     ~ Pat Conroy

                           ~ 1945-2016

                                                                    

Autumn’s colors dance with Spanish Moss in the Dixieland breeze on a sunlit October day in the Lowcountry of Beaufort County, South Carolina.

The Legend of the Spanish Moss

The story says that Gorez Goz, a bearded Spanish villain, journeyed to our shores and spied a beautiful Indian maid. He bought her for a yard of braid and a little bar of soap.

The Indian maid was so afraid of this bearded beast that she fled cover over the hill and glade with him in pursuit. Tiring, she climbed to the top of a tree, with the Spaniard close behind. She dove from the tree to the stream below. The villian’s beard and whiskers became entangled in the branches holding him back while she got away.

Gorez Goz’s life was at a loss, but his beard lives on as dangling Spanish Moss!