Autum has finally arrived. Abruptly and drastically, but it's here. And I'm ready to enjoy every minute of it!
I CRIED over beautiful things knowing no beautiful thing lasts.
The field of cornflower yellow is a scarf at the neck of the copper sunburned woman, the mother of the year, the taker of seeds.
The northwest wind comes and the yellow is torn full of holes, new beautiful things come in the first spit of snow on the northwest wind, and the old things go, no one lasts.
'Autumn Movement' by Carl Sandburg
PS: I didn't post much because I hosted my dear friend Lisa from London for a couple of days and then we went to Verona together for the weekend. I shall be back to you later on with enchanting stories about my little getaway, which is also the first one ever without my daughter. Come visit again if you want to hear more!