06 October 2012

Last evening I sat in the garden watching the sun crouch down among the pines and the shadows stretch long, dark fingers across the lawns.

There is something incredibly beautiful about a summer garden heading into its final hours. Perhaps melancholy, yet still holding forth that fragile-edged beauty that whispers to one's soul --

“Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence.
Summer passes and one remembers one's exuberance.
Autumn passes and one remembers one's reverence."
Yoko Ono


Blue Sky Dreaming said...

Caught my breath on the second photo...so beautiful! Saying goodbye to summer is bittersweet for me...but here comes autumn anyway!

Kelly M. said...

So good to hear from you! Yes, despite our feelings, autumn comes no matter what -- :-)