Lots of us occasionally post a collection of random images that couldn't really fit into another post. There are lots of clever names for this like "Clippings" or "Monday Miscellany." I haven't come up with a catchy title for this and usually call it random (insert day here.) Usually these are pictures taken with my phone instead of my camera because picture taking wasn't really planned. I'm reminded of leftover suppers made up of a variety of offerings from earlier in the week. The image of a quilt, pieced together from scraps of other projects also appeals.
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For many years, I planted a rose outside our school in honor of each retiring teacher. The beds are full and most of the teachers I work with are younger than I and have no idea about the tradition. It's special to walk past these each day and think of the individuals for whom each rose was chosen.
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On the way out to the car from the vet clinic after dropping off a pup for an annual procedure, the dew-spangled webs caught my eye.
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Back at school, at recess with the kids, the maples on the playground were looking especially glorious.
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In honor of the day, the lyrics of "Canticle" by Ralph Vaughan Williams. These are adapted from chapter 44 of The Wisdom of Ben Sira (Sirach) written sometime around 200 to 175 BCE.
"Let us now praise famous ones
and our parents that begat us
such as did bear rul
in their kingdoms
Those renowned for their power
leaders of the people
by their counsel and their knowledge
such as found out musical tunes
and recited verses in writing.
All these were honored in their generation
and were the glory of their times.
But some there be which have no memorial
who have perished as though they had never been
Their bodies are buried in peace but their names liveth for evermore."
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However you like to think about it, here are some leftovers or an autumn quilt for All Saints Day, Dia de los muertos, or Samhain .
A few weeks ago, I was stuck inside for a couple of days taking a class about a new curriculum. The room had huge windows that looked out at some lovely autumn foliage. The shades allowed some light in and allowed a veiled view of what was on the other side. On Samhain, it is said that the veil (between the worlds of the living and the dead) is thin.
For many years, I planted a rose outside our school in honor of each retiring teacher. The beds are full and most of the teachers I work with are younger than I and have no idea about the tradition. It's special to walk past these each day and think of the individuals for whom each rose was chosen.
On the way out to the car from the vet clinic after dropping off a pup for an annual procedure, the dew-spangled webs caught my eye.
On the coffee hour table at church.
Back at school, at recess with the kids, the maples on the playground were looking especially glorious.
In honor of the day, the lyrics of "Canticle" by Ralph Vaughan Williams. These are adapted from chapter 44 of The Wisdom of Ben Sira (Sirach) written sometime around 200 to 175 BCE.
"Let us now praise famous ones
and our parents that begat us
such as did bear rul
in their kingdoms
Those renowned for their power
leaders of the people
by their counsel and their knowledge
such as found out musical tunes
and recited verses in writing.
All these were honored in their generation
and were the glory of their times.
But some there be which have no memorial
who have perished as though they had never been
Their bodies are buried in peace but their names liveth for evermore."
I can't believe that it's November already and time for the once-a-year house cleaning in preparation for Thanksgiving.