Polished with a morning haze

"The breezes taste
Of apple peel.
The air is full
Of smells to feel-
Ripe fruit, old footballs,
Burning brush,
New books, erasers,
Chalk, and such.
The bee, his hive,
Well-honeyed hum,
And Mother cuts
Like plates washed clean
With suds, the days
Are polished with
A morning haze.
John Updike, September

It's been a busy week, we had three rooms and the entrance way in our house painted, finished up a 8-week editing project, and worked on the last minute details for my trip back east. Now I sleep in a celery bedroom, a very beautiful shade of pale yellow-green that seemed like a good period color for a 1914 bungalow. The living room and entrance way is painted Hawthorne cream. I am drawn to New England colors. This morning I wrote a quick article on celebrating October. Last year I took a photo a day but I know with my busy school year ahead of me, that won't be possible this year. I'm pretty sure I posted this quote last September but I think John Updike really pulls together the greatest details for the month of September.

Today, with September almost over start a poem or a one page essay with Mr. Updike's first three words...the breezes taste...or if you're like me ready for October, start a poem or story with an October theme, for brainstorming try using Joe Brainard's "I remember" technique: Here's mine from last year.

Collecting Halloween

Now get back to work!


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