There is something in October sets the gypsy blood astir,
We must rise and follow her;
When from every hill of flame,
She calls and calls each vagabond by name.
--William Bliss Carman (1861-1929) Canadian poet--
When from every hill of flame,
She calls and calls each vagabond by name.
--William Bliss Carman (1861-1929) Canadian poet--
A photo of the Blue Ridge Parkway taken in October 2008. I don't know about you, but I'm anxious for the colors of autumn - something in the cool, crisp autumn air is calling and has set my gypsy blood astir. :)
Gorgeous, gorgeous, and more gorgeous!
ReplyDeleteOh it is calling me! And I sure hope I don't miss the colors when I'm there the end of the month!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful!!
Same here. I can't wait!
ReplyDelete