today is the favourite day of my life, because it's the 09/09/09. I actually should be getting married today =) Nine has always been my favouritee number. Not just because I was born on a nintht, but also because my favourite football player (which whom I was very much in love when I was younger) had the number nine and just because nine is great!
I'm currently waiting for autumn to come, it's my favourite season. Unfortunately it always seems to slip past me so quickly and before I notice it's already winter. I'd like to share some autumn spirit with you.
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Gathering Leavesby Robert Frost
Spades take up leaves
No better than spoons,
And bags full of leaves
Are light as balloons.
No better than spoons,
And bags full of leaves
Are light as balloons.
I make a great noise
Of rustling all day
Like rabbit and deer
Running away.
Of rustling all day
Like rabbit and deer
Running away.
But the mountains I raise
Elude my embrace,
Flowing over my arms
And into my face.
Elude my embrace,
Flowing over my arms
And into my face.
I may load and unload
Again and again
Till I fill the whole shed,
And what have I then?
Again and again
Till I fill the whole shed,
And what have I then?
Next to nothing for weight,
And since they grew duller
From contact with earth,
Next to nothing for color.
And since they grew duller
From contact with earth,
Next to nothing for color.
Next to nothing for use.
But a crop is a crop,
And who's to say where
The harvest shall stop?
But a crop is a crop,
And who's to say where
The harvest shall stop?
Vivaldi - Four Seasons - Autumn
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I hope you're all enjoing your autumn!
Puss och kram ♥

thank you so so much for your comment dear :) it's true, somehow, we always learn something with suffering. it's the best method. what a lovely post this is! oh, autumn is my favourite season so this is warming my little heart.
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What a lovely poem. Autumn slips by too quickly over here (in CA) as well. Maybe that it why its so loved...its so fleeting.
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