“The spirits of the air live on the smells
Of fruit; and Joy, with pinions light, roves round
The gardens, or sits singing in the trees.”
Thus sang the jolly Autumn as he sat;
Then rose, girded himself, and o’er the bleak
Hills fled from our sight; but left his golden load.
Blake To Autumn
Photo courtesy of Cath Tregillis.
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So autumn comes to southern climes: bid farewell now to summer, the best of times. The worst of times? When fingers get much number…
Autumn is my favourite. Sharp mornings and clear sunny days. It’s exhilarating.
I find each transition exquisite, but sometimes the season can outlast its welcome! Sharp mornings and clear sunny days are ideal for autumn but in the UK it can often be a cue for dismal days of so-called Welsh mist or that peculiar halfway point between mist and drizzle known as mizzle — not much fun.
PS Did you like my concealed rhyming couplets above? 🙂
summer..number? Hmmm, err, as the pomo member of the acting troupe in Upstart Crow would say.
How cold does it get there in the winter?
Leslie
I looked it up for you. Average temp about 6-14 degrees C, which is 43-57 F. It can drop to below zero overnight but not in the daytime.
What a lovely photo
From a highly accomplished photographer.