To one in sympathy with nature, each season, in its turn, seems the loveliest.
Mark Twain

Warm afternoons, cool evenings, slow flowing rivers and seemingly endless forests make autumn the loveliest season!

Of course, until the next season comes.
The highway carries us along through the years … with an alley here, a colorful lane there, an interesting path on the left, or a bypass on the right.


Cecil Frances Alexander noted, in the late 1800’s, her “Four Seasons” poem:
The leaves are yellow, red, and brown,
A shower sprinkles softly down;
The air is fragrant, crisp and cool,
And once again I’m stuck in school.

Fortunately, we are not stuck in school! But, nighttime arrives earlier now, and this traveling tortuga will pause to enjoy the “photographers golden hour”.

May the colorful crispness of autumn fill you with hope and joy!
I enjoyed that verse from the poem you quoted, thank you.
I’ll bet you have stories of your students looking out the window thinking those very words …
Actually no and anyway I was a teacher so long ago I have very few memories at all!