|The morns are meeker than they were,|
The nuts are getting brown;
The berry’s cheek is plumper,
The rose is out of town.
The maple wears a gayer scarf,
The field a scarlet gown.
Lest I should be old-fashioned,
I’ll put a trinket on.
by Emily Dickinson
Have you noticed how the autumn flowers are bravely struggling to extend our summer pleasures.
Just as the daylight hours ebb away, so do the colors of the blooms, though, they stretch bravely toward the lingering sun to catch its final warmth.
Soon, the brilliant greens will fade to brown and we will know that the seasons have once again changed.
Sometimes it seems as if we are viewing life through an old worn window.
As if life is like an old rusty wheel, that needs to be oiled to move it along at an ever increasing pace.
But as quickly as the malaise sets in, we view the flowers and know that just as they will reappear next spring, so will the warmth of the sun that lifts our spirits and warms our souls.
Fishtail Cottage Garden Party