Despite rain yesterday, it’s been a beautiful week – including two positively balmy days. The Common and the Public Garden are trying to outdo one another with their leaf displays, and I’ve been walking around with my camera, trying to capture the glory:
I spent two lunch breaks in a row on the Common’s western hill, reading a book, basking in the sun and enjoying this view – coatless, scarfless and BAREFOOT, people. For probably the last time for months:
There’s nothing lovelier than leaves backlit by autumn sunshine – it’s like stained glass, only alive:
I’ve been thinking again about the descriptions of autumn in The Story Girl, and found a quote to perfectly match this week:
November dreamed that it was May. The air was soft and mellow, with pale, aerial mists in the valleys and over the leafless beeches on the western hill. The sere stubble fields brooded in glamour, and the sky was pearly blue. The leaves were still thick on the apple trees, though they were russet hued, and the after-growth of grass was richly green, unharmed as yet by the nipping frosts of previous nights. The wind made a sweet, drowsy murmur in the boughs, as of bees among apple blossoms.
“It’s just like spring, isn’t it?” asked Felicity.
The Story Girl shook her head.
“No, not quite. It looks like spring, but it isn’t spring. It’s as if everything was resting–getting ready to sleep. In spring they’re getting ready to grow. Can’t you feel the difference?”
Yes, the world is getting ready to sleep. But these bright soft days and brighter leaves are a wonderful parting gift.
cakes, tea and dreams 
Lovely photos of the common, and lovely passage. I actually said a few times this week, “It feels almost like spring!” The almost is key, since I know everything is actually shutting down, and this is just one last gasp of warmth.
Wow – what I beautiful splash of color – I miss that.
Beautiful quote – thanks for sharing 🙂 Really pretty photos too. I love the colors of autumn.
When your posts showed up on my Reader this week, I kept closing my eyes, exhaling and repeating to myself “next year, hopefully.” Such beauty and tranquility to Boston this season. I could not be more grateful to you for bringing it to us.
nothing lovelier than leaves backlit by autumn sunshine – it’s like stained glass, only alive
That is one of the loveliest things I’ve ever heard. Thank you, Katie.
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