Autumn is as joyful and sweet as an untimely end.
November is auspicious in so many parts of the country: the rice harvest is already in, the weather starts to cool, and the festive glow which precedes Christmas has began to brighten the landscape.
I love Greece. It's really cool in the summer.
Behold congenial Autumn comes, the Sabbath of the Year.
I like autumn. The drama of it; the golden lion roaring through the back door of the year, shaking its mane of leaves. A dangerous time; of violent rages and deceptive calm, of fireworks in the pockets and conkers in the fist.
I always prefer the weather to be cooler.
Autumn, in his leafless bowers, is waiting for the winter's snow.
I can love October in September. September doesn’t care.
