There are so many changes in Nature through the year. The range of colours as Autumn approaches bring peace and enjoyment to the soul and every year there are new things to appreciate.
On Midsummer's Eve, the half year turns and the long, slow climb is over. Gone are the growing pains of Winter and Spring as each day becomes a little shorter. June is poised to slip gently down the months through late Summer into Autumn; a time to be tasted like good wine, to be savoured and appreciated. A pageant of colours painted gloriously, reflected in dahlias and chrysanthemums, hot red and yellow to subtle amber, gold and wine, all is relaxed in warmth and peace. A drowsy time when the blessings of maturity blanket the whole earth in contentment, a glowing Summer slowly fading. Without consent, there comes a day when the breeze is a little cooler, wafting away hypnotic Summer scents. Late evening brings the smell of Autumn and death is in the air. The days take on a haze of lost glory and Nature's dress fades slowly into brown. The leaves lie curled and crisp beneath our feet and the tang of a garden bonfire proclaims the end.
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