Richard's Poor Almanac by Richard Thompson for September 30, 2014
September 25, 2014
October 06, 2014
Transcript:
in the autumn a poem in the autumn, when it's fall, mother nature comes to call on every hill, in every dale, in forest, meadow, field & vale, with skill she wields her magic brush, so brings the trees to brilliant blush mother nature: we'll do the next one in a sort of harvest gold. squirrel: she knows they're just going to drop off, right? rabbit: you tell her. with her palette, bright & rich, and her taste for showy kitsch.
Sisyphos over 9 years ago
Very witty, indeed! But we must admire Ma’s artistry: the fall colors are beautiful.
Plumbob Wilson over 9 years ago
I feel your pain. The walnuts start dropping their leaves the middle of July, and the oaks will hold out until December.
ehtaniguchi over 9 years ago
In the Bay Area, the leaves don’t drop until December. We celebrate the holidays with raking. Lots and lots of raking.