"It was a peaceful autumn day. The gilding of the Indian summer mellowed the pastures far and wide. The russet woods stood ripe to be stript, but were yet full of leaf. The purple of heath-bloom, faded but not withered, tinged the hills. The beck wandered down to the Hollow, through a silent district; no wind followed its course, or haunted its woody borders. Fieldhead gardens bore the seal of gentle decay. On the walks, swept that morning, yellow leaves had fluttered down again. Its time of flowers, and even of fruits, was over; but a scantling of apples enriched the trees; only a blossom here and there expanded pale and delicate amidst a knot of faded leaves. "
-Charlotte Bronte
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Beautiful! I miss that kind of autumn.
that's exactly the kind of autumn we're having here - blue skies, warm sunshine, cool mornings and a slow transition to dull yellows and browns, with enough bright green remaining (oaks and fields of grass) and a smattering of bright yellow maples to make it perfect. Wish I could freeze-frame these days....
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