There is a ‘sad sweetness in summer’s passing’, perhaps due to the earthy warmth of autumn’s approach. Autumn tends not to come storming in, but steps gently across the landscape. Today is the ‘official’ change and it seems the season is keeping time – I woke to a certain smoky haze softening the sunshine, and a golden edge to the leaves. The birds are having a field day raiding the vines in the garden.
‘The sad sweetness of summer’s passing enveloped the whole earth.’
Source: Donald Hall, Romanian Furrow (London: Bene Factum Publishing, 2007), p. 43
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