
Little bird, sing me your song before you go away~
Photo credit - Steve Maslowski
Soft rain falling on a calm weekend makes me long to be far away from it all, living out my days like Thoreau, writing endless words while surrounded by walls of trees, hearing only the quietness that a cabin in the woods affords, and letting sweet raindrops fall on my face as the wind stirs. 
In the fall when I was young, my dad would often take a nice ripe, red apple from the tree, and peel it off for us in one big, long piece. Then he'd cut off chunks and slices from the apple for us to eat. Man did those apples ever taste good. Sweet Memories. 
I have mentioned the movie, "The Yellow Wallpaper," several times here on my blog, which you can read about here and here. I received an update and a link from the movie's director, Logan Thomas, and wanted to share it with you. This facebook page will have any updates and will also release movie stills. I am really looking forward to this movie, which is based on a short story.
Book Share Fridays:
The birds are going wild in the autumn sky. I saw two different flocks today, and they were wind-crazy, moving fast and furious as a single unit, in their respective corners of the sky. Amazing. Wish I were up there with them!
Today after a thunder and lightening storm I went on a walk. As I turned the corner to come home, I saw this~
There it will remain for the rest of fall and through winter, too. Come spring, I am hoping another set of birds might find it useful. If anything comes from it I'll be sure to post the rest of the story!