Our most popular piece was a poem from 1893 by Helen Hunt Jackson titled "October's Bright Blue Weather" Even if it is obviously a 19th century piece, it still is a good poem.
O SUNS and skies and clouds of June,
And flowers of June together,
Ye cannot rival for one hour
October's bright blue weather;
When loud the bumble-bee makes haste,
Belated, thriftless vagrant,
And Golden-Rod is dying fast,
And lanes with grapes are fragrant;
When Gentians roll their fringes tight
To save them for the morning,
And chestnuts fall from satin burrs
Without a sound of warning;
When on the ground red apples lie
In piles like jewels shining,
And redder still on old stone walls
Are leaves of woodbine twining;
When all the lovely wayside things
Their white-winged seeds are sowing,
And in the fields, still green and fair,
Late aftermaths are growing;
When springs run low, and on the brooks,
In idle golden freighting,
Bright leaves sink noiseless in the hush
Of woods, for winter waiting;
When comrades seek sweet country haunts,
By twos and twos together,
And count like misers, hour by hour,
October's bright blue weather.
O suns and skies and flowers of June,
Count all your boasts together,
Love loveth best of all the year
October's bright blue weather.
See? It is good, although I wonder how many fourth graders would recognize a gentian with the fringes rolled tight or a chestnut's satin burr now.
Still, just say "October's bright blue weather" and everyone will know what you are talking about: crisp, clear, sunny days and cool nights. Sweater weather. Dash and I were out at the studio house last week, wandering around the back yard, enjoying October's bright blue weather. I should have been quilting that quilt that's been under the machine for a few months now or waxing that piece of fabric I've been working on for two years now. I could have been cleaning the studio, which needs it badly, or cleaning my house, which needs it worse. I might have been typing monthly reports, working for world peace, or helping the homeless. But I wasn't. I was making a small dachshund very happy and enjoying myself in the process. Love loveth best of all, October's bright blue weather.