Seeing the Extraordinary in the Ordinary…

Oh, you may think I’ve given up my writing, as it seems all I can do here lately is share the posts — the wonderful, eloquent, beautiful, inspiring, soothing, soul-touching posts — of Charlesy Jane, of My Whispers In the Wind…

My days have been full of to do lists, my attempts at sleep full of more to do lists swirling in my mind, and those are leaving me so little time for writing.  But an appreciation for nature, a love for autumn, and even deeper, a love for fine writing that touches my heart,  those I still have time for.

Never have I read anyone’s words anywhere (apologies to Emerson and Thoreau and my favorite novelist, Rosamunde Pilcher) that reach out to me, say “oh, this is how I feel!  what I thought but couldn’t say this well!” as the words of My Whispers In the Wind.  This one, written about  a stunningly beautiful autumn day we had here yesterday — but which I appreciated from inside the house only, as I went about my “to do” lists — Oh!  This one, I promise you, if you appreciate nature, if you appreciate autumn, if you appreciate fine writing…   Oh, this one is simply perfect.

A Fine Fall Day.