autumnal leaves

A few photographs I took last Autumn, more to follow from this Autumn - the leaves are amazing!

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 moss’d 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-brimm’d their clammy cells.

Keats, "To Autumn" for you. A little remnant of my summer Romanticism class. The weeks are flying by, the weekends disappear in a blink, and I cannot quite believe that this will be my last Fall at Wheaton.