I'm loving the glorious and sometimes inexpressible joys of autumn...or almost autumn!
Evenings here in southern Oregon have cooled, and for a bit longer, the days will continue to be perfect; most highs around 80 degrees
with golden light and a slight breeze.
The following poem by George Eliot expresses it well.
My very soul is wedded to it,
and if I were a bird
I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns. ~George Eliot. May inexpressible joys surround you today.