The morns are meeker than they were,
The nuts are getting brown;
The berry's cheek is plumper,
The rose is out of town.
The maple wears a gayer scarf,
The field a scarlet gown.
Lest I should be old-fashioned,
I'll put a trinket on.
Sometimes I wonder if poets from long ago had any inclination that their poems would be as valid and well-loved (perhaps even more in some cases) today as ever. I'm thankful for writing and books.
Switching back over to Thanksgiving menu thoughts, it seems carrot cake has been on my mind. Not just any ol' carrot cake, but precisely Rose's Carrot Cake recipe from the cookbook Breakfast, Lunch, & Tea: The Many Little Meals of Rose Bakery. It's honestly the best I've ever had or made.
This is a good feet tapping song.
Song of the Day = Origins by Tennis
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