“It was one of those sumptuous days when the world is full of autumn muskiness and tangy, crisp perfection: vivid blue sky, deep green fields, leaves in a thousand luminous hues. It is a truly astounding sight when every tree in a landscape becomes individual, when each winding back highway and plump hillside is suddenly and infinitely splashed with every sharp shade that nature can bestow - flaming scarlet, lustrous gold, throbbing vermilion, fiery orange.”
~ Bill Bryson
The arbor- trellis roses are still blooming their little hearts out.
Perfect sunny days, and mist-laden, cool nights, affording them once last chance at a flush of beauty, before the first frost appears.
These last days of Summer, a little decorating, a little gardening, a little relaxing after days of emotional sorrow.
Nights are drawing in fast, dark before the clock strikes seven now.
Our days are still seasonally warm, in these southern United States, giving the opportunity to finish those end of summer chores, before Old Man Winter sets in.
Leaves are beginning to gather, hummingbirds are making their way South, the rhythm of life is noticebly slowing.
A lifetime of unparalleled service and duty to the people of the United Kingdom, and its Commonwealth.
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