Posts Tagged ‘Fall’

golden walk

Golden is the day I walk in…

~The White Rabbit

Photo by Iliana


Valley Forge

Stunning in the fall but deadly in the winter…

“We want, my dear sir, wine above all things, for our sick are now numerous, and our cases generally putrid….we also want sheets, shirts, candles, soap, writing as well as wrapping paper, pots, horn-spoons, and every other kind of hospital utensil.” James Fallon to Jonathan Potts, Yellow Springs, 27 April 1778. [11] The Yellow Springs Hospital, the first in the country to be built specially as a military hospital, was located about ten miles from the encampment. The hospital, which was under the direction of Dr. Samuel Kennedy, cared for hundreds of soldiers from Valley Forge. Supplies were sparse; hospital personnel ordered coffee, tea, chocolate, vinegar, kettles, salt, bed ticks, blankets —the list goes on and on —in addition to those items requested above. Gen. Washington visited Yellow Springs Hospital on 15 May 1778, speaking to every patient there, “which pleased the Sick exceedingly.”[12] About 2,000 soldiers died during that Valley Forge winter, most of them perishing, not at camp, but at Yellow Springs and other nearby (and other not-so-nearby) hospitals. Dr. Samuel Kennedy himself died in June, just before the army left Valley Forge.

Valley Forge

Bluedridge was not the only place where we tasted delectably delightful fall. One of the most pleasurable aspects of the trip was our stay-over in Philadelphia, PA, where you have the juxtaposition of blooming Nature with the bustling city. Took this picture at Valley Forge Historical Park, sight of the 1777-78 encampment of the Continental Army. The leaves on the trees were ablaze! This made the White Rabbit very happy indeed.

“Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.” ~George Eliot

autumn in georgia

Autumn has always been my favorite time of year. This season quickens me, makes me feel more alive than the others. Whether it be due to the colors or the smells, the crispness in the air, whatever the reason, fall fires up all my senses. Bursts of blushing blooms befall before me, a feeding frenzy for my soul. It is no coincidence our travels were set for this time, making one of the White Rabbit’s favorite places, Blueridge, Ga., a necessary place to stop-over for a very important date with Autumn. ~The White Rabbit

“Is not this a true autumn day? Just the still melancholy that I love – that makes life and nature harmonise. The birds are consulting about their migrations, the trees are putting on the hectic or the pallid hues of decay, and begin to strew the ground, that one’s very footsteps may not disturb the repose of earth and air, while they give us a scent that is a perfect anodyne to the restless spirit. Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.” [Letter to Miss Eliot, Oct. 1, 1841]” ~ George Eliot

Blue Ridge Scenic Railway in October

Blueridge, Georgia is a quaint little town located close to the Tennessee and North Carolina state lines. This was the first stop after a 13 hour drive from Miami, Florida. Our longing was to see, feel and smell the fall. We got our wish. This picture was taken downtown Blueridge at the train station, where you find the famous Blueridge Scenic Railway train. Downtown was full of friendly folk, antique and art shops–decorated fashionably fall. The spirit of the Harvest enveloped the small town, creating an tender energy rarely found in today’s cities–pure un-adulterated vibes radiating from the heart of the town.

“In the entire circle of the year there are no days so delightful as those of a fine October, when the trees are bare to the mild heavens, and the red leaves bestrew the road, and you can feel the breath of winter, morning and evening — no days so calm, so tenderly solemn, and with such a reverent meekness in the air.” -Alexander Smith

During the fall of my teen years in New Jersey, often times, I woke up before sunrise, running towards Warinanco Park to witness the mist floating just above the still lake. Serenity at 6 a.m. as I laid on the carpet of moist grass, bathing in dew. As the sun’s rays pierced through, each drop fizzed and sizzled, each rising into oblivion. Magical moments lost in time and in the memory of my mind, captured only during moments of nostalgia. Those days were long ago. Now, living in the tropics, Nature presents me with different sorts of marvel–no less and no more spectacular. We have a yearly Harvest Ritual. Within our man-made yantra fire pit, next to that big old Umbrella tree, we harvest twigs, branches, leaves and anything for our fall bonfire. It is time to reap what has been sown. Blessed Harvest and Blessed Be to Thee!

Days I yearned for…
Deep breaths of crisp coolness
…fall was in the air