“That country where it is always turning late in the year.
That country where the hills are fog and the rivers are mist;
where noons go quickly, dusks and twilights linger, and
midnights stay. That country composed in the main of
cellars, sub-cellars, coal-bins, closets, attics, and pantries
faced away from the sun. That country whose people are
autumn people, thinking only autumn thoughts. Whose people
passing at night on the empty walks sound like rain.”
The quotes present two views of autumn. The pond two
weeks ago, drained for the winter there were large numbers
of robins and a few ducks taking advantage of the food
exposed by the expanse of mud this revealed.
"Though we have not yet had a frost, the chill of early
autumn has come into the house, perhaps in the tattered
carpet bags of the field mice moving into the the cellar for
the winter. Falling leaves have begun to blow past the window,
the lovely yellow leaves of time."
Seasons in the Bohemian Alps