"bathed in autumn gold."

Remember some departed day

When bathed in autumn gold

You wished for some sweet song 

And sighed for minstrel days of old. 

-Robert Frost 

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I was trolling through photos today and came upon this set from November. The first verse (stanza?) of my favorite Frost poem instantly jumped to mind. Warm autumn sunlight and today's thick grey sky have quite the contrast . . . I'm very fond of them both.

I know that I chatter about the weather quite a bit, please forgive me. I just like the climate here so much.*smile*
Love from an infatuated,
Mia