The Ripening Country-side

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This was one of those perfect days in late summer where the spirit of autumn takes a first stealing flight, like a spy, through the ripening country-side, and, with feigned sympathy for those who droop with August heat, puts her cool cloak of bracing air about leaf and flower and human shoulders.
–  Sarah Orne Jewett

 

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3 thoughts on “The Ripening Country-side

  1. So real I want to reach out and use all my senses to enjoy and capture the transitory beauty.
    The little furry one – is it a new puppy? The bashful eyes are what got me first. This little critter is definitely cuddle material.

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  2. “Hawks stunting on the first cool winds hunt in vain/Their prey driven down by a pale August sun/And the creek, at low water, bares shoulders rarely seen.”

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