Indian Summer

I was going to do another holiday post - but I am in an Autumn frame of mind at the moment - and, my holiday seems a long way away now.  On my other blog  Ramblings from Rosebank  I have been talking about The Turning of the Season - Autumn Fruits.  This season seems to make everyone wax lyrical about the colours and the end of summer, made more poignant because we have hardly had a summer - no sooner had it started than it ended.  We can only hope for a wonderful Indian Summer in October. 

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I cannot endure to waste anything as precious as autumn sunshine by staying indoors

So I spend almost all the daylight hours in the open air

Nathanial Hawthorne

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Autumn begins with a subtle change in the light,

with skies a deeper blue,

and nights that become suddenly clear and chilled.

The season comes full with the first frost,

the disappearance of migrating birds,

and the harvesting of the season's last crops.

Glenn Wolff and Jerry Dennis

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In the garden Autumn is indeed the crowning glory of the year,

bringing us the fruition of months of thought and care and toil.

And at no season, save perhaps daffodil time, do we get such superb colour effects

as from August to November.

Rose G. Kingsley

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For man, autumn is a time of harvest, of gathering together.

For nature, it is a time of sowing, of scattering abroad.

Edwin Way Teale

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The hazy, cloudless skies of Indian Summer.
Leaves scurrying down the street before the wind.
The cold shiver from an arctic blast.
Indian Summer.
The last warmth of the sun.
Chilly mornings and glorious warm afternoons.
The touch of frost on grass and window pane.
The smell of burning leaves.
Keith C. Heidorn

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Youth is like spring, an overpraised season
more remarkable for biting winds than general breezes.
Autumn is the mellower season,
and what we lose in flowers,
we more than gain in fruits.
Samuel Butler