Blue Tail Dragonfly on Apple Tree.
The Last of the Granny Smith Apples
These immortal words From Walt Whitman pretty much sum up
Our Autumn experience and Our times here right now..
Not From successful love alone
Nor Wealth, Nor honor'ed middle age, nor victories, nor politics or war;
But as life wanes, and all the turbulent passions calm,
As gorgeous, vapory hues, cover the evening sky
As softness, fullness, rest, suffuse the frame, like freshier, balmier air,
As the days take on a mellower light, and the apple at last hangs
Really finish'd and indolent- light on the tree
Then for the teeming quietest happiest days of all!
the brooding and blissful Halcyon days.
Walt Whitman 1819-1892