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Pumpkin Hollow: The Magic Appletree
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Everyone must take time to sit and watch the leaves turn." - Elizabeth Lawrence. Monday, October 14, 2013. By Helen H. Moore. Apples, apples, what a treat,. Sweet and tart and good to eat. Apples green and apples red,. Hang from branches overhead,. And when they ripen, down they drop,. So we can taste our apple crop. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Peace and content bless. My little thatched cottage, and warm my own hearth with the treasures o. Apple Picking by William Stephen Coleman. I Sit and Think.
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Pumpkin Hollow: Poems
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Everyone must take time to sit and watch the leaves turn." - Elizabeth Lawrence. O, to have a little house! To own the hearth and stool and all! The heaped up sods against the fire,. The pile of turf against the wall! Come little leaves, said the wind one day,. Come o'er the meadows with me and play. Put on your dresses of red and gold,. For summer is gone, and the days. Leaves in the Autumn come tumbling down,. Scarlet and yellow, russet and brown. Leaves in the garden were swept. Carol L. Riser. The nu...
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Pumpkin Hollow: July 2013
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Everyone must take time to sit and watch the leaves turn." - Elizabeth Lawrence. Saturday, July 27, 2013. By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Between the dark and the daylight,. When the night is beginning to lower,. Comes a pause in the day's occupations,. That is known as the Children's Hour. I hear in the chamber above me. The patter of little feet,. The sound of a door that is opened,. And voices soft and sweet. From my study I see in the lamplight,. Descending the broad hall stair,. To take me by surprise.
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Pumpkin Hollow: Child's Play
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Everyone must take time to sit and watch the leaves turn." - Elizabeth Lawrence. Saturday, July 27, 2013. By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Between the dark and the daylight,. When the night is beginning to lower,. Comes a pause in the day's occupations,. That is known as the Children's Hour. I hear in the chamber above me. The patter of little feet,. The sound of a door that is opened,. And voices soft and sweet. From my study I see in the lamplight,. Descending the broad hall stair,. To take me by surprise.
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Pumpkin Hollow: Cottages
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Everyone must take time to sit and watch the leaves turn." - Elizabeth Lawrence. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Peace and content bless. My little thatched cottage, and warm my own hearth with the treasures o. Apple Picking by William Stephen Coleman. The pedigree of honey. Does not concern the bee,. A clover, anytime to him,. A Trip to Landrum. Do you need a Christmas buddy? From The House of Edward. Books at Christmas - 2016. Spiced Port Cranberry Sauce. Alone in the Garden. I Sit and Think.
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Pumpkin Hollow: I Sit and Think
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Everyone must take time to sit and watch the leaves turn." - Elizabeth Lawrence. Monday, October 14, 2013. I Sit and Think. I sit beside the fire and. Think of all that I have seen,. Of meadow-flowers and butterflies. In summers that have been;. Of yellow leaves and gossamer. In autumns that there were,. With morning mist and silver. Sun and wind upon my hair. I sit beside the fire and think. Of how the world will be. When winter comes without. A spring that I shall ever see. That I have never seen:.
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Pumpkin Hollow: Morning Walk
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Everyone must take time to sit and watch the leaves turn." - Elizabeth Lawrence. Monday, October 14, 2013. A sweet melody on the lips,. Pack's snug on the hips,. Feel the early morning nip,. Far away a lonely farm. Breathing in the mountain air,. A chipmunk chatters over there,. Bliss and beauty everywhere,. A little bird sings his song. Feeling nature's harmony,. Wild apples are sweet honey,. Trees majestic so many,. Beauty shows in every form. The trail entrances with her charm,. Peace and content bless.
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Pumpkin Hollow: Books
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Everyone must take time to sit and watch the leaves turn." - Elizabeth Lawrence. The Pine Forest Book Club List: Some Book's we've read:. To Kill A Mockingbird*. Snow Flower and the Secret Fan*. The Education of Little Tree*. The Secret Life of Bees*. The Memory Keepers Daughter*. Heaven is for Real. Girl With The Pearl Earring. The Other Boleyn Girl*. Divine Secrets of Ya-Ya Sisterhood. The Three Miss Margarets. 8220;I declare after all there is no enjoyment like reading! Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Pumpkin Hollow: Cooing Voices
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Everyone must take time to sit and watch the leaves turn." - Elizabeth Lawrence. Tuesday, July 23, 2013. Opposite my chamber window,. On the sunny roof, at play,. High above the city's tumult,. Flocks of doves sit day by day. Shining necks and snowy bosoms,. Little rosy, tripping feet,. Twinkling eyes and fluttering wings,. Cooing voices, low and sweet,-. Graceful games and friendly meetings,. Do I daily watch and see. For these happy little neighbors. Always seem at peace to be. By the shyest little dove.
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Pumpkin Hollow: September
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Everyone must take time to sit and watch the leaves turn." - Elizabeth Lawrence. Saturday, September 14, 2013. The golden-rod is yellow;. The corn is turning brown;. The trees in apple orchards. With fruit are bending down. The gentian's bluest fringes. Are curling in the sun;. In dusty pods the milkweed. Its hidden silk has spun. The sedges flaunt their harvest,. In every meadow nook;. And asters by the brook-side. Make asters in the brook. From dewy lanes at morning. The grapes' sweet odors rise;.
