To all appearance the summer’s pomp was still at fullest height, and although in the tilled acres green had given way to gold, though rowans were reddening, and the woods were dashed here and there with a tawny fierceness, yet light and warmth and colour were still present in undiminished measure, clean of any chilly premonitions of the passing year.“

From ‘The Wind in the Willows’, by Kenneth Grahame.1908.

Photo: Haybales on Bodmin Moor, Cornwall, England.

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