Late Autumn in the Park


And myriad leaves, on which the Summer wrote
Her blushing farewell, at my feet were strewn.
~Albert Laighton 



Gold, Wanderlust, Strength, and Loyalty

Morning sunshine on autumn trees with frost covered grass

All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost; the old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not reached by the frost. ~J.R.R. Tolkien