the autumnal inquisition...

"There comes a time when autumn asks,
"What have you been doing all summer?"


(you mean...apart form blipping?...hmm...not much really...basking in the sun? not really...and how about you lot?...)



"Happy we who can bask in this warm September sun, which illumines all creatures, as well when they rest as when they toil, not without a feeling of gratitude; whose life is as blameless, how blameworthy soever it may be, on the Lord's Mona-day as on his Suna-day."
Henry David Thoreau, 1817-1862



September Song

Well, it's a long, long time
From May to December.
But the days grow short,
When you reach September.
And the autumn weather
Turns the leaves to gray
And I haven't got time
For the waiting game.

And the days dwindle down
To a precious few
September, November
And these few precious days
I spend with you.
These precious days
I spend with you.