Autumn has come, carrying a crisp wind from the north, signaling the arrival of a new season. The leaves are transitioning to the golden reds and browns, eagerly waiting for the freedom to float in the air in their descent to the ground
Next to me is a pot of freshly brewed tea called Mystic Rainforest which promises me a wilderness retreat with black tea, blueberries, cranberries and elderberries. I have looked at recipes for the winter months and have taken out the sweaters and hats that will be needed when winter comes a-calling.
It is time to say a fond farewell to summer and thank her for the gifts of warmth and long days.
What better way to celebrate summer and welcome autumn, than with William Shakespeare’s Sonnet 18: Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Join me in reciting poetry in a rose garden.
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date;
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;
Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.