A tang filling the air;
A haze shrouding the peaks;
A beam of sunlight igniting leaves to flaming glory;
Pumpkins send ing their cheery color through farms and porches;
The carpet under trees that lose their leaves becoming a coat of many colors for the earth.
My mind turning to memories of home, friends, of love.
And gathering the warmth of sweaters, the hearth and love around me.
Autumn is a cozy season when the earth slows to gather its juices
For the rejuvenation of my spirit and then spring.
I don’t know where the time has disappeared to, but I haven’t been on this site for several months. I hate for that to happen.
Despite not showing up here, I have been writing and photographing – lots but nothing real exciting. I’m spending a good bit of time freelancing for Furman University and I’m spending a lot of time with my mother, who is 98 years old. She is in good health but is gradually getting weaker. In fact, she’s considering moving from an independent apartment to assisted living. It’s a decision she must make, but I’ll help in any way I can.
Soon I’m planning to begin researching for a book I’d like to write on the history of the Reedy River. It’s a short river that begins at a spring in Travelers Rest, S.C., runs through downtown Greenville and ends in Lake Greenwood where it joins the Saluda River. The falls in Greenville are the impetus for the development of Greenville. They provided power for mills. The river saw a Revolutionary War battle, lots of engagements, the birth of the Upstate’s textile industry and more. It has now become the centerpiece of Greenville’s growth as a “cool” city.
My other book goal is to write a history of Brevard College, which I attended when it was a two-year school. It has now gone four years. Brevard began with the merger of Weaver College and Rutherford College, both North Carolina schools. It is sheltered in the Appalachian Mountains and has plenty of history, some of which has been almost hidden. We’ll see how that goes.
Now that I’m back, I’ll try to remain here.