Gift #728: Autumn dreaming

Winter is outside.  Flocks of robins descended on the trees in the backyard this morning to herald its frosty entrance.  I did not want to listen for there are a few blessed days of November’s autumn beauty to behold.  Never-the-less, the winged messengers (looking like a mass of autumn leaves themselves) were correct and we fall asleep under a carpet of our first snow.  Not being ready to face the winter, I’ve turned my attention back to my beloved season and have been enjoying the pictures of autumn.  A beautiful quote is below, so ignore the cold fingers gripping the edges of the world and revel in the light and warmth of a blissful autumn day with me.

      The time of the falling leaves has come again. Once more in our morning walk we tread upon carpets of gold and crimson, of brown and bronze, woven by the winds or the rains out of these delicate textures while we slept.

      How beautifully the leaves grow old! How full of light and color are their last days! There are exceptions, of course. The leaves of most of the fruit-trees fade and wither and fall ingloriously. They bequeath their heritage of color to their fruit. Upon it they lavish the hues which other trees lavish upon their leaves….

      But in October what a feast to the eye our woods and groves present! The whole body of the air seems enriched by their calm, slow radiance. They are giving back the light they have been absorbing from the sun all summer.
~John Burroughs, “The Falling Leaves,” Under the Maple


Blessings to you,


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