Hungarian Fall

[Ragged Robin]

You are so lucky, Arykana,to have such beautiful things still flowering in your garden and the morning pearls photo is wonderful 

[Paul T]

Beautiful!!

That water droplets on the leaf picture is amazing!! 

[Arykana]

Still blooming

[Paul T]

Lovely.  Is the first a Dahlia?

[Arykana]

They are chrysanthemums
dahlias not feel good here because the summer too dry here

[Paul T]

Wow, taht is a very nice chrysanthemum.  I would never have picked it as that..... it looks like one of the waterlily dahlia types.  Very, very nice.

[art600]

Beautiful photos - they cheered me up on another depressing wet afternoon.

[Arykana]

In autumn
Janos Arany

Cool, melancholy autumn days;
Boredom enters, sits down with me,
A mournful, imprisoned bird, and stays.
My songs are cold and dumb as she.
What should I do? Lie down and read...?
Not Homer with his brilliant light,
I call on Ossian instead
Whose notes are fogged and faint with night.

Too much of pain in cloudless skies
In the sea’s smooth and smiling face,
On valleys where the sun must rise –
I’m not now fitted for such grace.
A blue veil masks the fountainhead
A gold barque skims the foam in flight –
I call on Ossian instead
Whose notes are fogged and faint with night.

Blue is the hill of Zeus, and oh
Here is a wondrous isle, all green
With boughs above and boughs below,
A shady grove, a forest scene,
A wave-tossed precious flower bed,
Great swathes of sheep billowing white –
I call on Ossian instead
Whose notes are fogged and faint with night.

Smoke crowns the wood and shrouds the hedge
As if to welcome me as guest.
Here heroes sup and roast and pledge
And round the campfire sing and jest,
Youth and maiden to lutesong tread
Drinking in nectar, their eyes bright.
I call on Ossian instead
Whose notes are fogged and faint with night.
Though bloody battles rage, for them
Freedom requires no sacrifice,
Nor tyranny nor chains condemn
Their nation in its paradise.
They have no laws there, happy breed –
Age-old custom preserves the right.
I call on Ossian instead
Whose notes are fogged and faint with night.

Sweet summer’s gone, it fades and falls –
Nature goes crawling to her death.
No more delights, no miracles,
The thunder fails, wind loses breath.
No nightingales, the swallow’s fled,
No song, no mirage left to fight,
I call on Ossian to shed
His faint, fogged notes across the night.

A uniform monotony;
The dawn is but a lighter eve,
No blue sky, no green shrubbery,
Heaven has nothing up its sleeve,
The sky will weep itself to bed
In slow dull tears none may requite.
I call on Ossian to shed
His faint, fogged notes across the night.

Oh come, amuse me, you who sing
The dying flame of glory, come.
My soul longs for the distant ring
Of clouded sky and muffled drum,
The fading wreath for those who bled,
The last the enemy could smite,
I call on Ossian to shed
His faint, fogged notes across the night.
The clouds, the moaning winds, the brake’s
Soft bristling, the long grass, the moor,
The lonely oak that longs and aches,
The wandering fires, the sea’s vague roar,
On such my hungry soul has fed,
Such feed my nation in her plight,
I call on Ossian to shed
His faint, fogged notes across the night.

The dead who in the dark have gone
To join heroic ancestors,
The souls of warriors, one by one,
Fall through the clouds like meteors
And call on thee: Why wake the dead?
Can Ossian’s blazing song ignite
cold fires, the long untenanted
camps of the Caledonian night?

[Arykana]

turn to winter

[Maggi Young]

Oh, dear, yes, your winter is arrived. 

 A beautiful photo, but what is the flower, please?

[Arykana]

it is an "errant lambkin" Bergenia lost in time

[Maggi Young]

Wow! That was the only thing I could think of, but thought it could not be at this time.... poor little lambkin indeed!. Frozen, but lovely!

[cohan]

turn to winter

this is the gamble of the late flower--maybe some extra seed if its lucky, maybe wasted effort if the cold comes sooner, but a bonus for us to see

[Paul T]

Gorgeous photo!!!  35^oC here today..... such a long way from snow. 

[Arykana]

here is cold! the weather man promised -16 for today! and more snow!
We would have white Christmas