Last month while organising one of the Into The West Blogger Network events, I was on one of my numerous visits to the Ardilaun Hotel when I noticed their garden was in the beautiful phase of its life cycle where its teetering between Autumn and Winter as if between worlds..
The garden full with foliage and colour but at closer inspection, I could see traces of Winter’s deathly touch creeping up on the landscape. I think that when things are decaying and drifting off to another world, they hold a certain beauty of their own. They may not as beautiful as they once were but they hold tend to have their own wise and somewhat weathered exterior.
Here’s what I saw.
Here is one of my favourite pieces of writing on Autumn by George Eliot.
Is not this a true autumn day? Just the still melancholy that I love — that makes life and nature harmonize. The birds are consulting about their migrations, the trees are putting on the hectic or the pallid hues of decay, and begin to strew the ground, that one’s very footsteps may not disturb the repose of earth and air, while they give us a scent that is a pefect anodyne to the restless spirit. Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns. ~George Eliot, letter to Miss Lewis, 1st October 1841