The sun was so red last night from all the smoke in the air! It was really beautiful.
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Children's voices in the orchard
Between the blossom- and the fruit-time:
Golden head, crimson head,
Between the green tip and the root.
Black wing, brown wing, hover over;
Twenty years and the spring is over;
To-day grieves, to-morrow grieves,
Cover me over, light-in-leaves;
Golden head, black wing,
Cling, swing,
Spring, sing,
Swing up into the apple-tree.
--T.S. Eliot
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Sometimes we get a strange shade of peachy-yellow. I feel it in the air - probably actually catching it at the windows - and it always draws me outside. I don't know what makes it happen - it's rare, and very odd, and somehow disquieting. But I love it, too. I feel guilty loving the sunsets that are so lit by smoke. But they make the sky marvelously beautiful.
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ReplyDeletebeautiful red sun!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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