I Love Autumn

I love Autumn. 

But this year it snuck up on me, just like Sandburg’s catlike fog.  I was reminded of its arrival by a fellow blogger who reminded us all that memories of fall make the season that much better. The quote she shared was by P. D. James:  “It was one of those perfect English autumnal days which occur more frequently in memory than in life.”

I immediately started reminiscing about some of my favorite times from past autumns:  Halloween costume parties, pig roasts in the park, football games on chilly nights, strolls through the trees looking for fall colors, my first visit to Yosemite, a great trip with my Dad to find fall colors in Bishop, CA—and of course Thanksgiving with all its colors and aromas and family times. 

Before the season moves on to the chill of winter, I thought I would share some photos that capture the wonder of autumn for me.  It truly is my favorite season.  I would encourage you to get outside and enjoy autumn as it settles in.  As Nathaniel Hawthorne says, “I cannot endure to waste anything as precious as autumn sunshine by staying in the house. So I spend almost all the daylight hours in the open air. “  He is a pretty wise man. 

My Homage to Autumn in Word and Image

 Everyone must take time to sit and watch the leaves turn.  Elizabeth Lawrence

Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.  Albert Camus

 

Amidst the splendor of the scene

and the silence

I was filled with a wonderful peace.

Basho

It’s autumn in the country I remember.  Trumbull Stickney

I saw old Autumn in the misty morn stand shadowless like silence, listening to silence. Thomas Hood

The spirits of the road beckoned, and I could do no work at all.   Basho

 How beautifully leaves grow old.  How full of light and color are their last days.  John Burroughs

Every leaf speaks bliss to me fluttering from the autumn tree. Emily Bronte

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 For the Fall of the year is more than three months bounded by an equinox and a solstice.  It is a summing up with the finality of a year’s end.  Hal Borland

Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all.  Stanley Horowitz