Summer eases us gently away from her...
She goes so slowly, so carefully, that we sometimes don't even realize which day it was she left...
Sometimes you remember when you feel the whisper that the warmth of a gentle wind settles on your cheek: "A fond farewell!" she says.
There are rewards for us in the dying of summer that gives way to fall.
There is beauty for the eyes above all in the fall...
Autumn is the time for golden light and beautiful shadows, vivid colors and deep aromas of the drying crops.
The ditches are filled with goldenrod and the bright hues match the golden glow of a sunset.
And it's all there, as a generous gift given to us by summer as she leaves, in her gentle way.
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Thanks for sharing your always beautiful photography!
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