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November<\/p>\n
This is the treacherous month when autumn days<\/em> -Helen Hunt Jackson<\/p>\n Drinking wine at my local neighborhood winery the other day I noticed how pretty the red leaves of the vineyard looked against the mountains. So I came back one morning this week to try and capture the effect. This marks the halfway point in my journey. I’m hitting my stride, I’m getting into a routine but I’m also looking forward to being done and I have so many images now (3791 to be exact) that I could easily cruise through the rest of the project. But of course that would not be in the spirit of the thing and just think, I could end up with another 3 or 4 thousand pictures before I’m done, which should be enough to get me through the winter in terms of creating new art.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" November This is the treacherous month when autumn days With summer\u2019s voice come bearing summer\u2019s gifts. Beguiled, the pale down-trodden aster lifts Her head and blooms again. The soft, warm haze Makes moist once more the sere and dusty ways, And, creeping through where dead leaves lie in drifts, The violet returns. Snow noiseless sifts … Continue reading Day 50 – Vineyard<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[29,8,5,11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-998","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-autumn","category-flora","category-landscape","category-southern-oregon"],"post_mailing_queue_ids":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/998","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=998"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/998\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":999,"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/998\/revisions\/999"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=998"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=998"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=998"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nWith summer\u2019s voice come bearing summer\u2019s gifts.<\/em>
\nBeguiled, the pale down-trodden aster lifts<\/em>
\nHer head and blooms again. The soft, warm haze<\/em>
\nMakes moist once more the sere and dusty ways,<\/em>
\nAnd, creeping through where dead leaves lie in drifts,<\/em>
\nThe violet returns. Snow noiseless sifts<\/em>
\nEre night, an icy shroud, which morning\u2019s rays<\/em>
\nWill idly shine upon and slowly melt,<\/em>
\nToo late to bid the violet live again.<\/em>
\nThe treachery, at last, too late, is plain;<\/em>
\nBare are the places where the sweet flowers dwelt.<\/em>
\nWhat joy sufficient hath November felt?<\/em>
\nWhat profit from the violet\u2019s day of pain?<\/em><\/p>\n