A moral character is attached to autumnal scenes; the leaves falling like our years, the flowers fading like our hours, the clouds fleeting like our illusions, the light diminishing like our intelligence, the sun growing colder like our affections, the rivers becoming frozen like our lives—all bear secret relations to our destinies.
Especially to one who loves Autumn. I like this quote so much better.
It was one of those days you sometimes get latish in the autumn when the sun beams, the birds toot, and there is a bracing tang in the air that sends the blood beetling briskly through the veins.
But, here’s one that may split the difference in thought.
Autumn teaches us that fruition is also death; that ripeness is a form of decay. The willows, having stood for so long near water, begin to rust. Leaves are verbs that conjugate the seasons.
Leaves are verbs that conjugate the seasons…..don’t you just LOVE that line?!
If you’ve been a follower of mine for more than a few seasons, it’s no secret I have a passion for Autumn unlike any other time of year. Oh, there are things I like about all four seasons, but Autumn fills up every one of my senses. Just this morning I’m pretty certain that while sitting in the morning calm on the patio, I heard a squirrel banging a hickory nut against the trunk of a tree to get it open.
I loved autumn, the one season of the year that God seemed to have put there just for the beauty of it.
The rest of these photos were taken during my morning walks with Cabo. He was more than willing to stop and
pee sniff around while I snapped a few pics. Enjoy! I did.
Fall colors are funny. They’re so bright and intense and beautiful. It’s like nature is trying to fill you up with color, to saturate you so you can stockpile it before winter turns everything muted and dreary.
I know the lands are lit, with all the autumn blaze of Goldenrod.
~Helen Hunt Jackson
There is a time in the last few days of summer when the ripeness of autumn fills the air.
And who wouldn’t love Autumn with this quote? We haven’t had our first frost yet, but I can visualize the beauty of this scene in my mind.
“But frost, like the crystallized dreams of autumn, began to coat the clearing with its sugar glaze.”
And now, I’ll just leave you with this thought.
“Come, little leaves,” said the Wind one day,
“Come to the meadows with me and play.
Put on your dresses of red and gold;
For Summer is past, and the days grow cold.”
Blog hopping today with Thankful Thursday over at Brian’s Home. If you haven’t figured it out yet, I’m thankful for Autumn!!