There's just nothing like a walk on an autumn afternoon. Everything is impossibly golden and crisp. The best part, though, was a surprise encounter with an armadillo :o)
“Her pleasure in the walk must arise
from the exercise and the day,
from the view of the last smiles of the year
upon the tawny leaves and withered hedges,
and from repeating to herself some few of the thousand
poetical descriptions extant of autumn
--that season of peculiar and inexhaustible influence
on the mind of taste and tenderness--
that season which has drawn from every poet worthy of being read
some attempt at description,
or some lines of feeling.”
― Jane Austen, Persuasion
Shared joy is doubled joy ... let's double the joy for both of us - what are you most grateful for today? Click below to leave your comment. I'll go first :
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