“Stranger,
here you will do well to linger; here our highest good is pleasure”
Epicurus

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November 11, 2020

Is not this a true autumn day? Just the still melancholy that I love - that makes life and nature harmonise. The birds are consulting about their migrations, the trees are putting on the hectic or the pallid hues of decay, and begin to strew the ground, that one's very footsteps may not disturb the repose of earth and air, while they give us a scent that is a perfect anodyne to the restless spirit. 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, Letter to Miss Lewis, Oct. 1, 1841

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November is Autumn-proper, with drifts of auburn leaves to kick our way through and nature seeming to noticeably change before one’s eyes.

And thankfully the unseasonably good weather of late has allowed us to linger even longer as we to stroll through the parks and gardens, taking time to appreciate the sights and senses.