“Anyway it will be autumn tomorrow or the next day; I can smell it in the air ~ summer smoldering.” ~ J. L. Carr, A Month in the Country
Good Sunday morning, dear friends. Yes, “summer is smoldering.” Autumn will officially arrive this week, and we will soon bask in all her wondrous glory. I will welcome her with open arms, as I imagine most of you will too.
There has been extensive writing about autumn from many of our great literary minds. Therefore, I will leave most of the writing to them and share with you their lovely thoughts. Jane Austen describes it best, “Autumn ~ that season of peculiar and inexhaustible influence on the mind of taste and tenderness ~ that season which has drawn from every poet worthy of being read some attempt at description, or some lines of feeling.”
“There was a certain fragrance to the shift in seasons. When summer still clung tight to the soil, but winter begged to differ. It was a mixture that created such vivid colors on the mountainside, as the leaves turned over their last breath to the changing weather.” ~ A. M. Johnson
Have you noticed a difference in the fragrance of the air where you live? It is certainly different here. With the weather still quite warm, I love to open the windows early in the morning and feast my eyes on the sights and drink the marvelous smells of the approaching autumn.
“There was a little smell in the air of mist and damp, the smell that comes with the first fall of the leaf.” ~ Daphne du Maurier
“You will find the blue hills with the autumnal shadows silently sleeping on them, and there will be a glory lingering round the day, so you’ll know autumn has been here.” ~ Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Austin Dickinson c. November 1851
The light does fall ever so softly in autumn. It creates lovely shadows, to dress homes and buildings, giving them such added charm.
“I love the simplicity of fall. A piping cup of tea. The feeling of cool air on my cheeks. Life can become complicated, but fall? Fall never disappoints.” ~ Unknown
To that, I will add a hearty bowl of soup. . .
Or, a gorgeous array of autumn’s bounty.
“Two sounds of autumn are unmistakable. . .the hurrying rustle of crisp leaves blown along the street. . .by a gusty wind, and the gabble of a flock of migrating geese.” ~ Hal Borland
Mr. Borland was most definitely correct in his reference to the geese. Our home in Virginia was one mile from Back Bay and the sounds of the geese were a daily enjoyment for us. Especially, when they would gather together and chatter about their long trip home. They always knew their way. As many times as I enjoyed them, I never failed to be in awe of their beauty and to me, their special song.
Dear friends, please know how much I appreciate your visit and I hope you have found a few lovely words or an image to tuck away in your heart. Perhaps you will remember the words or image on September 22 ~ the first day of autumn, 2021.
I wish you and yours a beautiful day and magnificent autumn. Stay well!
“And the sun took a step back, the leaves lulled themselves to sleep, and autumn was awakened.” ~ Raquel Franco
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