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There is a harmony
In autumn, and a lustre in its sky,
Which through the summer is not heard or seen,
As if it could not be, as if it had not been! - Percy Bysshe Shelley
Having serious fall-withdrawal, I was happy to head to Tennessee for a long weekend with friends at our alma mater.
While Southern California offers faint whispers of autumn, in the hills of the South, fall sings like a soprano: crisply, profoundly, robustly. Nearly every tree changes its colors. Leaves crunch beneath foot with each and every step. Cool mornings and sunny days prominently mark the transition to bleak winter.
Pink Frenchie,
ReplyDeleteI love the fiery blaze of autumn color
before the icy whiteness of winter.