I do too!
But in a really good (ie not medically depressed) way.

There's somethign so poignant about seeing the year go up in flames.
We had an Autumn colours thread somewhere - I'll have to take my camera to Greenwich Park and resurrect it.

You know, I lived for six years in Upstate New York. Now, I live in Georgia. And just let me say... I MISS THE FALL COLORS up in NY!! :-( They don't get much better in this country than the Finger Lakes region... ah well.

jinx lived near there for a while.....Old Forge....near you?

Maybe it's the poet in me, but if you're talking menopause, it's STILL a thread about the fall.

Seasons = age, world's oldest metaphor.

OK, that was kind of depressing.

SONNET 73
That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou seest the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west,
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the death-bed whereon it must expire
Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by.
This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long.


...I'm sorry, I've had a bad day. :(

Sorry if there is another Autumn colour thread.
There are so many different ways to search (fall, trees, color, Autumn, photo etc) that I just gave up. Naughty.

So here's just a bit of my Autumn for you.
Two pics of my Great Aunt Alice's vine, transplanted years and years ago. Certainly before Nanny died, because she killed off the original with secateurs, thinking it was a weed. It was a standing joke between me & my bro; we thought she did it on purpose, not being a kindly woman or a gardening woman.

Anyway. It grew well in her south-facing garden, but the transplant did not do so well in our no-idea-which-way-it-faces-but-it's-in-shade-90%-of-the-day-even-in-summer garden.
Still, it has produced sharp but edible grapes for about five years now. I mean you wouldn't eat them for pleasure, but to pick a grape in England, in a shady spot, it's worth your mouth looking like a cat's bum for a second.

And I love the look of them. Reminds me of the time I spend in France. Just less homesick and less Puy-de-Dome.

Nice pics, S.G. In my part of the world we are getting a taste of winter - 3 inches of snow and 20 degrees F. Yuck!

Hee hee .... 32 degrees C today, going for 36 on Sunday...

heh heh heh

Autumn is my favorite season. I feel the best energy wise.

Spring is nice too because I can start planting and playing in the dirt. Energizing in another way. Autumn is just a free bee. :)

funny comic bruce


ooh look...I am at 4,000 posts. wow. I usually miss my thousand marks. It's only neat because I noticed I guess.

ooh me too apparently -this is post 10,005 :rolleyes:

well oh hey ...you caught it only 5 posts out :)

20s and 30s with about a foot of snow. What happened to fall?

it fell