That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang …
Sums up autumn pretty much for me …
Farewell to the Mayan sun!
“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
I don’t always bite your ankles but when I do you are carrying something heavy.
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 ]
Standout from the crowd
Detritus from construction next door came in handy
My take on liquid. Meanwhile in Canada ….my view from November to April!
These amaryllis blooms are the only signs of awakening so far; winter does not want to give up its 6 month long foothold here. We can only hope.