"Clouds
of insects danced and buzzed in the golden autumn
light, and the air was full of the piping of the song-birds. Long,
glinting dragonflies shot across the path, or hung
tremulous with gauzy wings and gleaming bodies."
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
light, and the air was full of the piping of the song-birds. Long,
glinting dragonflies shot across the path, or hung
tremulous with gauzy wings and gleaming bodies."
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
"Wild
is the music of autumnal winds amongst the faded woods."
William Wordsworth
William Wordsworth
"How
beautifully leaves grow old.
How full of light and color are their last days."
John Burroughs
How full of light and color are their last days."
John Burroughs