Autumn Weather, Where Are You?

Why doesn’t the landscape look like this yet? It is October, after all. Where are the jewel toned leaves carried on hearty, smoke-scented breezes?

Lane at Alchamps, Paul Gauguin, 1888

Lane at Alchamps, Arles, Paul Gauguin, 1888.

I’m ready for hot cider and Thomas Hardy, fingerless gloves and Sylvia Plath. Please cooperate, Mother Nature, before winter scoots in and steals away autumn’s cloaked light and quiet beauty.

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