It has been especially hard for me to turn loose of this October, but I know it will take only a few days for November to enchant me with twigs and branches, and the beauty of plain and stalwart trees.
When the leaves color and fall, I am reminded that we are all in this life together: rich and poor, young and old, bird and flower, tree and stream, mite and man. We are each struggling to show the glory in us.
This week I have been rereading books written by the late Edwin Way Teale. He and his wife, Nellie, have been my inspiration.
Every living creature on earth has a spark of eternity, and Teale kindled his spark with knowledge, wonder, excellence and joy. He shared his bright flame with the world. It was about kind people such as he, who have encouraged me and shared my life, that I wrote this poem.
From his first book, Dune Boy, to his last book, A Walk Through The Year, Teale kept his same feeling of awe and wonder at the beauty of each new day of life.
I quote from the end of his last book: "The glory of the autumn leaves is gone. But now we have trees filled with stars. One magic goes, another comes; the magic of autumn, the magic of winter. The year is a great magician."
I paraphrase his words: The earthly glory of Edwin Way Teale is gone. But the celestial trees have a new star. One magic goes, another comes; the magic of the heart, the magic of the soul. The eternal universe is a great magician.

Combine in a large kettle: 1 lb. split green peas, 8 cups water, 4 cups tomato juice, 1 ham bone, 1 1/2 cups diced potato, 1 cup each, diced celery, onion and carrot, 1 bay leaf, 1 t. salt and 1/4 t. pepper. Simmer, stirring occasionally, for 1 1/4 hours, or until peas are tender. Taste for salt. Makes 4 qts. Freezes well.

Several weeks ago, Kate was frightened during a storm and jumped the electric fence. Usually, I call her and she comes nickering to me, and so I thought getting her back into the pasture would be a cinch. I coaxed and coaxed, with words and food, but she would not come.
Keeping one mule in while trying to get another through a gate is not simple. After an hour of running, I gave up. I opened the gate in one last, desperate attempt, and yelled, honestly and gruffly, "Ah, mule, get in here!" Her ears went up. She looked me in the eye, and pranced right in.
You know, you can't sweet-talk a mule. You can't sweet-talk life, either.
Yesterday, the wind of winter breathed down my neck. The seasons weave long threads into each other.
My roadside is festooned with vacant nests,
And tissue paper wind songs trill stiff leaves.
Red rose hips, wahoo pinks and petticoats of grass
Show evidence of summer's final gasp.
But, oh, there's time to love my fall and winter yet,
Though green-tip sassafras foretells the soon-come spring.
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