colors of the wind

1924us:

A young Amish girl holds the reins of two huge draft horses. Lancaster County, Pennsylvania. William Albert Allard/National Geographic

I am made for autumn. Summer and I have a fickle relationship, but everything about autumn is perfect to me. Wooly jumpers, Wellington boots, scarves, thin first, then thick, socks. The low slanting light, the crisp mornings, the chill in my fingers, those last warm sunny days before the rain and the wind. Her moody hues and subdued palate punctuated every now and again by a brilliant orange, scarlet or copper goodbye. She is my true love.

—    A recipe for Rowan Jelly by Alys Fowler  (via silver-blonde)

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Wake up early. Drink coffee. Work hard. Be ambitious. Keep your priorities straight, your mind right and your head up. Do well, live well and dress really well. Do what you love, love what you do. It is time to start living.

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I think the person who wrote this has never been employed

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