Last leaves

The Oak - Alfred Lord Tennyson

Live thy Life,

Young and old,

Like yon oak,

Bright in spring,

Living gold;

Summer-rich

Then; and then

Autumn-changed

Soberer-hued

Gold again.

All his leaves

Fall'n at length,

Look, he stands,

Trunk and bough

Naked strength. 

Out of a misty dream

They are not long, the days of wine and roses:

Out of a misty dream

Our path emerges for a while, then closes

Within a dream 

 Ernest Dowson

Delicious autumn

"Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns." ~ George Eliot

Honour Avenue, Macedon Victoria.

Now is the time to pack some hot drinks and a basket and take in all the sights of our lovely hills and mountain places.