Today I did some work in the garden, general tidy up before winter but was interrupted by autumn rain. So my day was work a little outside, inside to read and play on the computer then back outside to do a little more work.
This poem seem to reflect the the state of mind autumn brings
Excerpt from - Rain Fugue
Autumn rains that start at dawn, 'Dropping veils of thinnest lawn'; Soaking sod between dank grasses, Sweeping golden leaves in masses,- Blotting, blurring out the Past, In a dream you hold me fast; Calling, coaxing to forget Thing that are, for things not yet.
Written by Jessie Redmon Fauset (1882-1961)
