Autumn’s Splendor

Fairies are invisible and inaudible like angels.  But their magic sparkles in nature.  ~Lynn Holland

Caoimhe~Autumn Fairy

 

I heard recently a dear friend of mine, Skip Staheli, is Second Life retiring. It gave me such a mixed emotion! The childish side upset and wanting to stomp my foots but the adult side of me happy for this friend I love so dearly. He is the photographer I turn to for my crazy schemes. You see, in my head runs stories, so many of them but one in particular has grabbed my heart and it’s all because of a little girl, Helen, my godchild. The pirate princess I often blog about because when she is staying with me, her antics always seem to require speaking about. She’s a lot of her “aunty Cao” in her, this little one. But this isn’t about her,  it’s about my friend, Skip. Through these years as I notice the whimsy about me, usually about the time Helen asks me “where does “this” come from?” Or “how do “these” do that?” I explain with the heart of a child, not with the mind of a scientist because sometimes the imaginations of the heart have a deeper lesson in them than the truth of matters. Am I right to do so? Perhaps not, but children get enough of their creativity beat out of them in the school system, who could fault me for lovingly trying to restore some back into her? As a kindred, my friend Skip, never let me down. Women (and men) flock to him for gorgeous portraiture, but not me. I share with him my whimsy and he so lovingly makes my dreams come true. So with my last sitting with him, why would it be any less true? I hope you enjoy this trip through the eyes of a child. I know, with Skip, I sure have.
How do the leaves turn so many colors in the Fall? Because a Faerie paints them.
How do the leaves turn so many colors in the Fall? Because a Faerie paints them.
Merry Autumn ~ by Paul Laurence Dunbar
It’s all a farce,—these tales they tell
About the breezes sighing,
And moans astir o’er field and dell,
Because the year is dying.
How do we get seasons and the many changes in a year? Mother Earth works her magic.
How do we get seasons and the many changes in a year? Mother Earth works her magic.

Such principles are most absurd,—
I care not who first taught ’em;
There’s nothing known to beast or bird
To make a solemn autumn.

Where does snow come from? The winter faery, a playful little one, creates snow so she can play with snowballs.
Where does snow come from? The winter faery, a playful little one, creates snow so she can play with snowballs.

In solemn times, when grief holds sway
With countenance distressing,
You’ll note the more of black and gray
Will then be used in dressing.

Where do butterflies come from? There is a special faery who bundles them all up every winter so they will not die and in the Spring she open the box, they kiss her cheek and fly away.
Where do butterflies come from? There is a special faery who bundles them all up every winter so they will not die and in the Spring she opens the box, they kiss her cheek and fly away.

Now purple tints are all around;
The sky is blue and mellow;
And e’en the grasses turn the ground
From modest green to yellow.

Why is Spring the best season? Because it heralds the awakening of the faeries to playfully bring new whimsy to our world.
Why is Spring the best season? Because it heralds the awakening of the faeries to playfully bring new whimsy to our world.

The seed burs all with laughter crack
On featherweed and jimson;
And leaves that should be dressed in black
Are all decked out in crimson.

What creates the lightening and stormy weather? There is a faery who dreamed of being a princess but when she couldn't, in her bitterness, she chose to rain and create havoc on all good things.
What creates the lightening and stormy weather? There is a faery who dreamed of being a princess but when she couldn’t, in her bitterness, she chose to rain and create havoc on all good things.

A butterfly goes winging by;
A singing bird comes after;
And Nature, all from earth to sky,
Is bubbling o’er with laughter.

What creates the tides? There is a faery who sits atop the Earth and likes to play with the oceans as if they are a puddle to play in.
What creates the tides? There is a faery who sits atop the Earth and likes to play with the oceans as if they are a puddle to play in.

The ripples wimple on the rills,
Like sparkling little lasses;
The sunlight runs along the hills,
And laughs among the grasses.

The earth is just so full of fun
It really can’t contain it;
And streams of mirth so freely run
The heavens seem to rain it.

Don’t talk to me of solemn days
In autumn’s time of splendor,
Because the sun shows fewer rays,
And these grow slant and slender.

Why, it’s the climax of the year,—
The highest time of living!—
Till naturally its bursting cheer
Just melts into thanksgiving.

18 thoughts on “Autumn’s Splendor

  1. So touched…. its not the last sitting for you my lil moo… im not dissapearing… .. thanks for such beautiful words of appreciation and love…. Its all mutual, and love you dearly… Muahhh! now.. where are my doooooonuts???

  2. So sad I never had A photo done by Skip, Hell I can’t afford it right now anyway, but I am not jealous of those that did because I have gotten to enjoy some very beautiful artwork. And the post today is no exception to that…….wait you are an exception, no one on the grid is cuter than you and few have your ability to interpret a theme, and none have the gift of putting into words all your thoughts and wisdom I have read here over the last year or more. I do wish I had gotten that appointment but I am happy I got to share in the visual creativity of this Man, Now for Skip…………Put a damn shirt on…your Keeeeling me RAWR!!!!! Love you Dollface ❤

  3. I’m with Spirit in being sorry that I never had the chance to have a photo done with Skip. ‘Ell, I’m sorry I’ve never even met him! I know he hasn’t disappeared and I hope that he eventually misses it enough to go back to making incredible art. And I also agree with Mielette; the two of you always create magic ❤

  4. Cao… this is a magic wonderful post! Not only becasue of the pictures… certainly, they are amazing as all of Skips work, but your little lines and explanations through the eyes of a child touched me as well very deeply. The whole post is perfect as it is… words and pictures kinda got a magic collaboration and create a very special moment which at least let me escape the rough and real world for a little time. Thank you for that Cao ❤

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