Autumn
by Emily Dickinson

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.

The first day of Fall is nearly upon us. What a glorious season! The crispness of the air, the misty mornings and lengthening evening shadows…already the trees surrounding our home have begun to don their finest gowns. Scarlet, gold and umber. Just as the earth prepares to sleep, I find myself most energetic! The sights, the sounds, the smells; the carnival-like aura of this season is precisely my cup of tea…which would be Marco Polo, to be precise!

The garden has given what it can, and is ready to be “put to bed”. We didn’t manage a late season planting, though the tomatoes are still producing at an insane rate. We lost the pumpkins to cut-worms, but have managed to produce several birdhouse gourds which are now gracing our “fall display.”

The school year has begun and the scholars are so very motivated. The new classroom is perfectly suited to our needs, but the schedule has made all the difference thus far. May we continue as successfully as we have begun!