I’m hanging over the edge of the Frio River in Texas this weekend. I scheduled this post before I left, but it didn’t “take.” My apologies. Sending love and praying you have a most beautiful, grace-soaked weekend.
Go, sit upon the lofty hill,
And turn your eyes around,
Where waving woods and waters wild
Do hymn an autumn sound.
The summer sun is faint on them —
The summer flowers depart —
Sit still — as all transform’d to stone,
Except your musing heart.
~Elizabeth Barrett Browning (from The Autumn)
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