Light, with skies a deeper blue, and nights that become suddenly clear and chilled. "Autumn begins with a subtle change in the Until they think warm days will never cease,įor Summer has oer-brimmd their clammy cells." With a sweet kernel to set budding more,Īnd still more, later flowers for the bees, To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells To bend with apples the mossd cottage-trees,Īnd fill all fruit with ripeness to the core With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run
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"Seasons of mists and mellow fruitfulness,Ĭonspiring with him how to load and bless Temperatures the sunny haze the mellow, rich delicate, almostįlavoured air: Enough to live - enough to merely be." The Indian summer, attains its amplitude and heavenly perfection, - the Is only her in large portions of Canada that wonderous second wind, Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn't show."
Landscape - the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Immediately by looking forward to Spring." In which, severally, things of beauty may be then in season." "There ought to be gardens for all months in
The touch of frost on grass and window pane. Chilly mornings and glorious warm afternoons. Leaves scurrying down the streetīefore the wind. "Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower."Ĭloudless skies of Indian Summer. Sing now the lusty song of fruit and flowers. With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sitīeneath my shady roof there thou may'st rest,Īnd tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe Īnd all the daughters of the year shall dance! On a hilltop and fail to see the span of his world and the meaning of theĪs summer, autumn, winter and the spring." It is ripeness and color and a time of maturity īut it is also breadth, and depth, and distance. Ripens and fades, and falls, and hath no toil,Įternal corrective. The full-juiced apple, waxing over-mellow, We'll smell smoke then,Īnd feel an unexpected sharpness, a thrill of nervousness, swift elation, Summer fades and passes and October comes. Whistling "The Roses are Blooming in Picardy" and the standardĬourse the snow and to be sure the sleet and bless your heart the slush andĮvery fourth year the February debacle and the endless April showers and theĬrocuses and then the whole bloody business starting all over again." Pier and the first fires and the hooves on the road and the consumptive postman Walking in the dead leaves and the larch turning brown a week before the othersĪnd the chestnuts falling and the howling winds and the sea breaking over the Smell of grose and the look of the gorse and the apples falling and the children The afternoon and the corncrake in the evening and the wasps in the jam and the "The crocuses and the larch turning greenĪnd the pastures red with uneaten sheep's placentas and the long summer daysĪnd the newmown hay and the wood pigeon in the morning and the cuckoo in "The leaves fall, the wind blows, and theĬhanges from the summer cottons into its winter wools." Which through the summer is not heard or seen,Īs if it could not be, as if it had not been!" Spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting
And at no season, safe perhaps in Daffodil time, do we get such superb colour effects as from August to November." Which occur more frequently in memory than in life."Ĭrowning glory of the year, bringing us the fruition of months of thought and care and toil. " The Indian Summer, the dead Summer's soul." The acoustics of this season are different and all sounds, no matter how hushed, are as crisp as autumn air." The lake and was treated to the crunch and rustle of leaves with each step I made. "A few days ago I walked along the edge of Things that you don't have to take care of anymore, and the grass stops growing."Īnd if I were a bird I would fly about the earth Smells that you speak of and also because things are dying, So I spend almost all the daylight hours in the open air. Precious as autumn sunshine by staying in the house. "For man, autumn is a time of harvest, ofįor nature, it is a time of sowing, of scattering abroad." Walking Gardening Home Home Process Philosophy Cloud Hands Blog Green Way Research, Red Bluff, CaliforniaĪutumn September October November December Months Gardening Chores, Poetry, Quips, Links, Reading, Weather
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