Ode to October

If only I could put music in words and emotions in pictures, I could be a poet and an artist like Anita at Castles, Crowns and Cottages.  Today her post blew my senses away, for October is a favorite month and she captured its essence.  October is so special because for the last couple years dear son visits from his home in the Wild West and for a very short week, along with his sister, we are under one roof again.  It is bliss.

The dahlias reign even when there is rain.  Only one day of rain during this visit so don’t complain.

October's dahlias

October’s dahlias

They filled the house this week along with our chatter, reminiscing and talking of  future plans.  In one week, we try to make up for a year of not sharing the simple pleasures of being together.  On the last day we visited NYBG,DSC_2253 a favorite spot we return to again and again, and never more beautiful than in the Autumn months when the gardens are still lush and the colors become faded and magnificent. DSC_2317 The water lilies still enchant and the stillness is overwhelming in the middle of a screeching metropolis. DSC_2273 The quiet punctuated by birdsong and the conversation of the few visitors. The new native garden beckons. DSC_2324 Inside the conservatory there is a spectacular show of Japanese Kiku. DSC_2310 ” Kiku: The Art of the Japanese Garden presents these magnificent chrysanthemums in homage to hanami, the traditional custom of enjoying the ephemeral beauty of flowers, spotlighting a centerpiece of unforgettable kiku trained to grow in a mesmerizing variety of shapes and styles.”  The white mums are from ONE plant which is trained on a form.DSC_2299  Unbelievable!  Here is the back of the form, so you can see how it is achieved.  DSC_2309Walking through the gardens at NYBG was such a joy, and bittersweet because the next stop was JFK airport.  Time to send the son back to the place he now hangs his hat, but for a week, we were all home together.  DSC_2326

When sadness tries to steal away the memory of a happy homecoming, read poems and revisit that walk through beautiful gardens.  Nature restores and frees the soul.

The Peace of Wild Things


When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

About Jayne in Georgia

Wife, mother, and owner of pets much loved. Gardener of three decades, amateur photographer, ardent about art, antiques and books.
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11 Responses to Ode to October

  1. Pauline says:

    It is a wonderful time when you have everyone back together again, time to treasure.
    The white trained Mum is amazing, it must require such patience to achieve this result, lovely that you all had time together is such a beautiful place.


  2. jody says:

    I like this post so much. I again realize how truly blessed I am to have my children nearby. I am sad for you, but glad that you had the time together. The W. Berry poem is a gift!


  3. Becky says:

    Jayne –

    Loved reading what you wrote and seeing those magnificent photos!! And, am so happy you had a wonderful reunion as I know how hard it is when children don’t live nearby!


  4. bittster says:

    I used to find chrysanthemums to be boring but this fall I’m practically obsessed! Beautiful pictures and a beautiful garden.
    Glad you had a nice visit but they do go too fast, and trust me it’s tough from the other side too when you’re waving goodbye. The only ones who don’t seem to mind are little kids, I think they’re completely in the moment and don’t even think about missing anything until after it’s gone.


  5. Perfect post, giving credit to the amazing Anita, to nature, to your family…all wonderful, thoughtful & lovely. Thank you for visiting me today, you know how much I appreciate it. xx’s Marsha


  6. Thanks for sharing. What a beautiful place.


  7. nicole says:

    Such a beautiful post…you have moved me to tears. I am so glad that you had that time with your children…to hear their laughter and enjoy the simple things. The gardens above are GORGEOUS!!! I have no words for their sheer beauty!!! I can see why you all go back time and time again!!! I hope that the future brings you more time with your children…all the best to you!


  8. Barbara says:

    So lovely! I adore the water lilies.And amazing white mums. Loved this post. Going on over to Anita’s now…


  9. We are empty nesters now so I can appreciate how you feel with your kids at home. We are lucky that one of ours lives in the same city and we get to see him pretty often. I grew up in NY but have never been to the NYBG – thanks for the tour. Sounds like a must visit if I find myself back in NY.


  10. Jayne, this was a wonderful respite of a post on a bleak rainy day here in the Midwest. You have inspired me to visit the NYBG if I ever get to NYC! I agree that poetry and nature are excellent therapies for the mind, body, and soul. The photos of the botanical garden are stunning!


  11. elaine says:

    As I don’t have children I can’t imagine what you are feeling but understand the sentiment. The photos of the water are so serene I would like to sit there and just be calm. I love the poem too just to be where the wild things are – perfect.


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