Happy first day of fall, my dears!
Early this morning everything was covered in thick fog - I could only see to the street corner. It made a fittingly cozy and cup-of-hot-tea worthy atmosphere...
Well, I can think of very little to say about autumn that I didn't say in my September post. I'm not waxing poetical this morning....
...so I was going to find a lovely little poem about fall and stick it here. But after searching for half an hour, my very particular self couldn't find anything good enough. My readers deserve the best, so, like Kate in The Taming of the Shrew, they don't get anything if I can't find the best. :p
I shall conclude this post by finishing my dump of autumn paintings upon you and bestowing an Enya song upon your ears which just happens to have the same title as this post.
The above painting reminds me of my former home in Virginia. *sniff* It was so breathtakingly beautiful there between now and late October... you couldn't see the road at all, it was so covered in leaves. I miss it, a lot.
Okay... have a lovely day/night whatever it is where you are! And tell me: what do you love best about autumn? Is there a poem that you know of which describes the season perfectly?