Farewell to summer

For me, this particular time of year is a strange time. Summer is almost, but not quite, gone, and autumn is knocking on the door. The fruits are almost, but not quite, ripe. The days are getting shorter and the mists cover the fields. The days are still pleasantly warm but chill creeps in overnight. The birds are getting ready for their long journey south. It is a time of plenty, and yet there is already a sense of the cruel times to come...



I don't really hate autumn but I feel melancholy every time the summer is beginning to bid goodbye, when the change is felt in the air, when it becomes clear the careless times are over for another year...