"It was a morning of ground mist, yellow sunshine, and high rifts of blue, white-cloud dappled skies. The leaves were still thick on the trees, but dew-spangled gossamer threads hung on the bushes and the shrill little cries of unrest of the swallows skimming the green open spaces of the park told of autumn and change."- Flora Thompson
We are in the midst of the gradual transition from summer to autumn, cooler, earlier nights, one gold tinged leaf on a dull green sycamore. The early mornings are magical with gray mists creating a backdrop where the colors of summer glow. The lengthening shadows add depth to the changing landscape. The dry air creates a penetrating clarity. The thought of autumn in middle Tennessee makes my heart sing!
