Hey everyone! So I hardly ever do tags--I think I maybe did one a long, long time ago--but I saw this one on youtube and thought it looked like fun so I just turned it into a blog post. Hope you enjoy it!
1. Favorite fall lip product?
- Well, I don't wear any type of makeup...but I put chapstick on about once a day. I love Softlips chapstick, especially the peach mango, although the vanilla is pretty good too.
2. Favorite fall activity?
- I've never had a fall activity that I was really partial to until I went apple picking with my family, and we had such a great time that I hope we can do it every fall! That'd be awesome. :) I also really like going with my family up the mountain to see the trees turning, although we didn't get a chance to do that this fall.
3. Favorite Starbucks fall drink?
- I love the cinnamon dolce latte, but I really love that all year round too! Another great fall drink, though, is the McDonalds caramel hot chocolate. The first time they had it was last fall when I was working there, and I love it! I've been waiting all year for fall so I could have one, and I got one yesterday; it was delicious!
4. Favorite fall candle?
- I honestly don't use candles. I don't really have anywhere in my room where it would be safe to burn one, and I really hate how most candles smell. Ellie's the candle burner. :)
5. Favorite fall scarf or accessory?
- I've been wearing this scarf a ton lately, so I guess I'd have to put it down as a favorite.
6. Haunted house, haunted hay ride, or haunted corn maze?
- I've never been to any of these, but I scare like there's no tomorrow, so I'd really prefer to not choose any of them. I guess if I had to, I'd choose a haunted hay ride; that sounds like the safest option.
7. Favorite Halloween movie?
- I haven't really seen many, but I liked the first Scream movie. After that they all just kind of rinse and repeat, but the first one was good.
8. Favorite candy to eat on Halloween?
- Basically anything chocolate, but my favorites are probably Reeses and the mini milk chocolate Hershey bars.
9. What are you dressing up as for Halloween?
- Um...nothing? My professor said I'd get extra credit for coming to class dressed up, but I really can't think of anything very good. I might just say I'm dressed up as a college student. :)
10. What is your favorite thing about fall?
- That's a tough one...I really just love everything about this season--the cooler temperatures, the changing leaves, pumpkin and cinnamony scented things, it's almost Christmas!!! I just love fall. :)
Showing posts with label autumn. Show all posts
Showing posts with label autumn. Show all posts
10.30.2012
10.12.2010
When the Frost is on the Punkin'
When the Frost is on the Punkin'
WHEN the frost is on the punkin’ and the fodder's in the shock,
And you hear the kyouck and gobble of the struttin' turkey-cock,
And the clackin' of the guineys, and the cluckin' of the hens,
And the rooster's hallylooyer as he tiptoes on the fence;
O, it's then the time a feller is a-feelin' at his best,
With the risin' sun to greet him from a night of peaceful rest,
As he leaves the house, bareheaded, and goes out to feed the stock,
When the frost is on the punkin’ and the fodder's in the shock.
And you hear the kyouck and gobble of the struttin' turkey-cock,
And the clackin' of the guineys, and the cluckin' of the hens,
And the rooster's hallylooyer as he tiptoes on the fence;
O, it's then the time a feller is a-feelin' at his best,
With the risin' sun to greet him from a night of peaceful rest,
As he leaves the house, bareheaded, and goes out to feed the stock,
When the frost is on the punkin’ and the fodder's in the shock.
They's something kindo' harty-like about the atmusfere
When the heat of summer's over and the coolin' fall is here—
Of course we miss the flowers, and the blossoms on the trees,
And the mumble of the hummin'-birds and buzzin' of the bees;
But the air's so appetizin'; and the landscape through the haze
Of a crisp and sunny morning of the airly autumn days
Is a pictur' that no painter has the colorin' to mock—
When the frost is on the punkin’ and the fodder's in the shock.
When the heat of summer's over and the coolin' fall is here—
Of course we miss the flowers, and the blossoms on the trees,
And the mumble of the hummin'-birds and buzzin' of the bees;
But the air's so appetizin'; and the landscape through the haze
Of a crisp and sunny morning of the airly autumn days
Is a pictur' that no painter has the colorin' to mock—
When the frost is on the punkin’ and the fodder's in the shock.
The husky, rusty russel of the tossels of the corn,
And the raspin' of the tangled leaves as golden as the morn;
The stubble in the furries—kindo' lonesome-like, but still
A-preachin' sermuns to us of the barns they growed to fill;
The strawstack in the medder, and the reaper in the shed;
The hosses in theyr stalls below—the clover overhead!—
O, it sets my hart a-clickin' like the tickin' of a clock,
When the frost is on the punkin’ and the fodder's in the shock.
And the raspin' of the tangled leaves as golden as the morn;
The stubble in the furries—kindo' lonesome-like, but still
A-preachin' sermuns to us of the barns they growed to fill;
The strawstack in the medder, and the reaper in the shed;
The hosses in theyr stalls below—the clover overhead!—
O, it sets my hart a-clickin' like the tickin' of a clock,
When the frost is on the punkin’ and the fodder's in the shock.
Then your apples all is gethered, and the ones a feller keeps
Is poured around the cellar-floor in red and yaller heaps;
And your cider-makin's over, and your wimmern-folks is through
With theyr mince and apple-butter, and theyr souse and sausage too!...
I don't know how to tell it—but ef such a thing could be
As the angels wantin' boardin', and they'd call around on me—
I'd want to 'commodate 'em—all the whole-indurin' flock—
When the frost is on the punkin’ and the fodder's in the shock.
Is poured around the cellar-floor in red and yaller heaps;
And your cider-makin's over, and your wimmern-folks is through
With theyr mince and apple-butter, and theyr souse and sausage too!...
I don't know how to tell it—but ef such a thing could be
As the angels wantin' boardin', and they'd call around on me—
I'd want to 'commodate 'em—all the whole-indurin' flock—
When the frost is on the punkin’ and the fodder's in the shock.
-- James Whitcomb Riley
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