Fall is Near...
But...
I can't even concentrate on one thing long enough before I start getting a headache and wanting to sleep. Let alone, try and form my thoughts into sentences...oie.
And yes.
Napoleon probably hates me because our walks are short.
But I'm sorry kid and blog. I'm a bit under the weather.
So for tonight's entry, I want to share some words from Mr. Dickens.
I can't remember how I stumbled upon these words in particular, but, I know I came across it my first Fall in the city.
It's not officially Fall yet. But you're starting to feel it here. The weather, the sun saying good-bye sooner, kids are in school, leaves are starting to turn, the fashion, the air....Fall in Nyc is such a wonderful time. I cannot say it enough times. But Fall also means the fading of the tans and summer.
So in other words...words far better than mine:
“There is no month in the whole year in which nature wears a more beautiful
appearance than in the month of August. Spring has many beauties,
and May is a fresh and blooming month, but the charms of this time of year
are enhanced by their contrast with the winter season. August has no such
advantage. It comes when we remember nothing but clear skies, green
fields, and sweet-smelling flowers—when the recollection of snow, and ice,
and bleak winds, has faded from our minds as completely as they have disappeared
from the earth—and yet what a pleasant time it is.”
Charles Dickens
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