The sun was shining and the landscape had put on its very best autumn clothes. Algy perched in the golden grasses, and just gazed and gazed at the beautiful scene. Before long, winter’s greys and browns would turn it all to a dull monochrome, but for the moment the colours were glorious, and Algy drank them in. He was reminded of some verses from a poem by John Clare:

The summer-flower has run to seed,
And yellow is the woodland bough;
And every leaf of bush and weed
Is tipt with autumn’s pencil now.

And I do love the varied hue,
And I do love the browning plain;
And I do love each scene to view,
That’s mark’d with beauties of her reign.

Algy hopes that if you live in the northern hemisphere, you too will have a chance to appreciate the glories of nature “tipt with autumn’s pencil”, whether it is in the wild countryside, or in a park in the heart of the city 🙂

[Algy is quoting the first two verses of the poem Autumn from The Village Minstrel (1821) by the 19th century English poet John Clare.]

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