The days have cooled to a pleasant breeze; we bathe in the kind of weather that inspires long walks and poetry. Yet in this transition from the late summer time into the fall, the autumnal blooms press on as if the sun were at its fullest. The garden is a riot of gold, pinks and softest cream. And so I savour this, this beauty in the seasons that keep walking so calmly into the arms of winter.... See more
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