Toad in the Hole

November 11, 2006

Autumn Poetry

Go on over to Rurality for the essence of the Real World in eastern North America now. Politics is a big honkin' deal, but I have to remind myself that this is what's real, melancholy as it is sometimes.

Posted at November 11, 2006 04:59 PM

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I grew up in western NJ (right on the NJ/PA border, out in the middle of what was then about nowhere) and went to college in Ohio. I once made the trip through PA on the perfect day--the leaves were spectacular. (I don't normally get all excited about that, but it was absolutely amazing.)

Posted by: emma goldman at November 12, 2006 03:06 AM


Last time we were in PA, it was late October (as I recall) and a great foliage year. We drove from Harrisburg to Hawk Mountain, and from Harrisburg to Cape May. I was drunk from the colors -- I'd forgotten how saturated the colors could get. It felt to the eye something like how certain deep heady overdoses of chocolate feel to the palate, or maybe like black truffles.

Damn but the world is extravagant sometimes.

Posted by: Ron at November 13, 2006 06:08 AM


Thanks for the plug. :)

I was surprised we got any color at all this year, after such a long period of drought.

Posted by: Rurality at November 13, 2006 01:17 PM


I meant every word of it!

Posted by: Ron at November 14, 2006 12:13 AM