The predicted rain has held off for a couple of days, which cheers me up no end. Intense blue skies and sunshine beguile me outdoors.
Everywhere, leaves carpet the ground in mottled shades of warm brown, dull green, golden yellow and deep red.
Light dapples leaves, creating poetry for the eyes.
Golfers continue their games on the course across the street. I ignore them and focus on the grasses and trees.
This morning gave warning that the autumn colour will soon be a memory. Frost added its beauty to the morning, although it is quickly melting. I stood and watched leaves fall, one by one in incessant abandon from the ornamental cherry tree. Soon bare branches will stand stark against the sky.
These last silly roses, blooming in November, undeterred by the calendar, remain beautiful glittered by frost.
"Autumn ... the year's last, loveliest smile."
~ William C. Bryant