Autumn
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness.
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run.
John Keats
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness.
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run.
John Keats
It is official - fall has arrived! I have been denying the demise of summer all week even though the temperatures have dropped and it has been raining. I have a love hate relationship with fall. I love the way the leaves on the trees turn red and gold and brown and the wind increases and the leaves fall to the ground in great mounds that make crunching noises while you walk on them. I love the smell of wood smoke drifting from my neighbor's chimneys when fireplaces are lit to keep out the Autumn chill. However, fall here in BC is far too short. Fall is like a bridge, that I am forced to cross over, from the warm days of summer to the cold wet days of winter and with each passing day I am more and more reluctant to get to the other side. I stubbornly continue making plans for picnics and trips to the beach even though the weather rarely cooperates and I know that the sun will set far too quickly and our coats will never get taken off. Fall is also the season of pumpkins in the fields and new apples fresh from the trees. I would love the fall with all the passion in me if it just wasn't the season before winter.
As usual, AMEN. You speak my own thoughts perfectly. Both Fall and Spring seem way too short to be considered actual seasons in and of themselves. Spring seems to last but a week or so, and the same with Fall. Without question Fall is my favorite "season." I love the smell in the air and the color in the trees and the sky. I wish it would last longer, and like you, I wish it wouldn't herald Winter. :(
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