MercyMe said:
To me, she's a lady of passages. I have a strong affinity for autumn and she epitomizes all that is so wonderful about that time. Harvest is a time of reaping what we have sown, of bringing in bounty, so it is a joyous time.
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun:
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the mossed cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o'er-brimmed their clammy cells.
from John Keats, Ode to Autumn
I knew I had seen this lovely autumnal lady before. It was in our forests, our orchards, and in John Keats.
At the very moment we think Summer will never cease, it slowly dwindles, or abruptly falls. But in the meantime - what juicy joys to be had!
If I were in the Southern Hemisphere right now, I would be in Autumn. It seems strange, to be praising autumn now that Spring is here!