Where did the summer go? I woke up one day and it was nearly gone.
Queen Anne's Lace is one of my favorite wildflowers.
My Aunt kept quoting this poem on our short road trip during which we stopped to take these photos. My Grandmother used to quote it often and loved poetry.
by: Helen Hunt Jackson (1830-1885)
- THE golden-rod is yellow;
- The corn is turning brown;
- The trees in apple orchards
- With fruit are bending down.
- The gentian's bluest fringes
- Are curling in the sun;
- In dusty pods the milkweed
- Its hidden silk has spun.
- The sedges flaunt their harvest,
- In every meadow nook;
- And asters by the brook-side
- Make asters in the brook.
- From dewy lanes at morning
- The grapes' sweet odors rise;
- At noon the roads all flutter
- With yellow butterflies.
- By all these lovely tokens
- September days are here,
- With summer's best of weather,
- And autumn's best of cheer.
- But none of all this beauty
- Which floods the earth and air
- Is unto me the secret
- Which makes September fair.
- 'Tis a thing which I remember;
- To name it thrills me yet:
- One day of one September
- I never can forget.
Now if I can figure out how to do simple editing electronically, I'll be set