Autumn Musings from Virginia Woolf

The autumn leaves, ravaged as they are, take on the flash of tattered flags kindling in the gloom of cool cathedral caves where gold letters on marble pages describe death in battle and how bones bleach and burn far away in Indian sands. The autumn trees gleam in the yellow moonlight, in the light of harvest moons, the light which mellows the energy of labour, and smooths the stubble, and brings the wave lapping blue to the shore … The nights now are full of wind and destruction; the trees plunge and bend and their leaves fly helter skelter until the lawn is plastered with them and they lie packed in gutters and choke rain-pipes and scatter damp paths. ~ Virginia Woolf, from To the Lighthouse

The Dog Days Are Over

Only a few days until the autumnal equinox! I hope you know what that means (because Hawaii doesn’t): sweaters and hot apple cider and hay rides and plaid skirts and scarlet maples and bonfires and newly sharpened pencils. I could go on, but you get the picture. The dog days are indeed over (for most of us, anyway), and I feel like celebrating with a song.  I guess it doesn’t have a whole lot to do with the season, but somehow it feels fitting for the occasion. Let me present “Dog Days Are Over” by English music artist Florence and The Machine.

Happiness hit her like a bullet in the back struck from a great height by someone who should know better than that.