“I wonder if the sap is stirring yet,
If wintry birds are dreaming of a mate,
If frozen snowdrops feel as yet the sun
And crocus fires are kindling one by one:
Sing robin, sing:
I still am sore in doubt concerning Spring.”
– Christina Rossetti
September 1 is much too early to be admiring fall colours.
“September was a thirty-days long goodbye to summer, to the season that left everybody both happy and weary of the warm, humid weather and the exhausting but thrilling adventures. It didn’t feel like fresh air either, it made me suffocate. It was like the days would be dragging some kind of sickness, one that we knew wouldn’t last, but made us uncomfortable anyway. The atmosphere felt dusty and stifling.”
― https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/tag/september ]
“Mon pays, ce n’est pas un pays, c’est l’hiver”
