Fall is here and the air is clear! The leaves are changing colour and every glimpse out the window is like a postcard. It makes us think about Sonnet 73 by William Shakespeare:
That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou see’st the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west;
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death’s second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see’st the glowing of such fire,
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the deathbed whereon it must expire,
Consumed with that which it was nourished by.
This thou perceiv’st, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long.
Now since we’re all thinking about different colours and trees and stuff…here’s a video that Matt recorded recently for Proline floors.
Look at all those pretty wood colours!