Lo, the summer is dead, the sun is faded,
Even like as a leaf the year is withered,
All the fruits of the day from all her branches
Gathered, neither is any left to gather.
All the flowers are dead, the tender blossoms,
All are taken away; the season wasted,
Like an ember among the fallen ashes.
- from Hendecasyllabics by Algernon Charles Swinburne
Sadly, British Summer Time is over - all the nights will be dark from now until next March.
Sob.
The coming months and months of dark afternoons and evenings are always a struggle. One of the few plus points is that one doesn't have to stay up late to see the stars - I took Bitey out at about half five and saw plenty!
ReplyDeleteYou country people and your "big sky"! Here in London, it's somewhat limited.
DeleteOur back garden here at Dolores Delargo Towers isn't too bad for stars overhead, but anything on any "horizon" is out of the question...
I despise this season more than any other, stars or no stars. Jx
Ah! but you have George Barbier prints. I wish I still had mine!
ReplyDeleteI love George Barbier - second only to Erté as far as Art Deco fashion prints are concerned!
DeleteI have a collection of posters by the latter, not the former... Jx
Colour me pea-green!
DeleteThey're original Mirage Editions Grosvenor Gallery posters from the late 70s/early 80s, and among my most treasured possessions! Jx
DeleteThe stars are wasted on me - we have very little light pollution here and they are a wondrous spectacle.
ReplyDeleteAnyhow, yes, Autumn, and don't we know it.
Sx
I used to spend hours as a child, staring at the night sky. We had very little light pollution around our house in Wales, either. Jx
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ReplyDeleteLe poème de Swinburne et l’illustration de Barbier, Art déco divin :-)
-Beau Mec à Deauville
Divine, indeed. Jx
DeleteI must admit this autumn is less of a pain without the two evil trees and their bin bags of dead leaves.
ReplyDeleteThe biggest boon to happen to the garden since we moved in! Jx
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