Golden Days

Every year at this time a wonderful quote I once read always comes to mind. Archibald Lampman wrote in Harper's Magazine in September, 1893: "Thus without grief the golden days go by, So soft we scarcely notice how they wend, And like a smile half happy, or a sigh, The summer passes to her quiet end."

Today was one of those golden days. It was warm and sunny and there was no wind. I went for a walk and took a series of pictures that seemed to capture some of the beauty of the day. I visited an orchard and took some pictures of pears hanging from the trees. I then went on a walk through a lovely nature trail that the owners of one of the farm markets near me have developed through their woods and orchards. I noticed a few red and yellow leaves here and there and masses of goldenrod and wild asters everywhere. Returning to my yard, I saw that my neighbour's sunflowers were all turned my way, so it seemed like a good idea to capture them!