This was one of those perfect New England days in late summer
where the spirit of autumn takes a first stealing flight,
like a spy, through the ripening country-side, and,
with feigned sympathy for those who droop with August heat,
puts her cool cloak of bracing air about leaf and flower and human shoulders.
~Sarah Orne Jewett
where the spirit of autumn takes a first stealing flight,
like a spy, through the ripening country-side, and,
with feigned sympathy for those who droop with August heat,
puts her cool cloak of bracing air about leaf and flower and human shoulders.
~Sarah Orne Jewett
