GMS golf maintenance blog at Pueblo del Sol Country Club in Sierra Vista, Az.
Thursday, December 23, 2021
Now yellow autumn's leafy ruins lie In faded splendor, on deserted plains... ~Anne Hunter (1742–1821), "November, 1784"
The GMS staff here at Pueblo del Sol would like to send everyone warm wishes this Thanksgiving ...........this is a time to be thankful, a time to remember, and to embrace those who enrich our lives.
"I am grateful for what I am and have. My thanksgiving is perpetual. It is surprising how contented one can be with nothing definite—only a sense of existence." – Henry David Thoreau, In a Letter to Harrison Gray Otis Blake (December 6, 1856).
The Harvest Moon
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1807-1882
It is the Harvest Moon! On gilded vanes
And roofs of villages, on woodland crests
And their aerial neighborhoods of nests
Deserted, on the curtained window-panes
Of rooms where children sleep, on country lanes
And harvest-fields, its mystic splendor rests!
Gone are the birds that were our summer guests,
With the last sheaves return the laboring wains!
All things are symbols: the external shows
Of Nature have their image in the mind,
As flowers and fruits and falling of the leaves;
The song-birds leave us at the summer's close,
Only the empty nests are left behind,
And pipings of the quail among the sheaves.
And roofs of villages, on woodland crests
And their aerial neighborhoods of nests
Deserted, on the curtained window-panes
Of rooms where children sleep, on country lanes
And harvest-fields, its mystic splendor rests!
Gone are the birds that were our summer guests,
With the last sheaves return the laboring wains!
All things are symbols: the external shows
Of Nature have their image in the mind,
As flowers and fruits and falling of the leaves;
The song-birds leave us at the summer's close,
Only the empty nests are left behind,
And pipings of the quail among the sheaves.
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