…making spirits bright.
Sunlight glides along the leaves, turning crystals to droplets. Signs of the first autumn frost — so late this year — quickly disappear.
“Most people, early in November, take last looks at their gardens, and are then prepared to ignore them until the spring. I am quite sure that a garden doesn't like to be ignored like this. It doesn't like to be covered in dust sheets, as though it were an old room which you had shut up during the winter. Especially since a garden knows how gay and delightful it can be, even in the very frozen heart of the winter, if you only give it a chance.”
~ Beverley Nichols
Dogwood (Cornus) berries, 28 October 2018.
The morns are meeker than they were -
The nuts are getting brown -
The berry’s cheek is plumper -
The rose is out of town.
The maple wears a gayer scarf -
The field a scarlet gown -
Lest I sh'd be old-fashioned
I’ll put a trinket on.
~ Emily Dickinson (source)
“Just before the death of flowers,
And before they are buried in snow,
There comes a festival season
When nature is all aglow.”
- Author Unknown
Photographed in the Cambie Neighbourhood, 09 October 2018.
“I like spring, but it is too young. I like summer, but it is too proud. So I like best of all autumn, because its tone is mellower, its colours are richer, and it is tinged with a little sorrow. Its golden richness speaks not of the innocence of spring, nor the power of summer, but of the mellowness and kindly wisdom of approaching age. It knows the limitations of life. ”|
~ Lin Yutang