“The trees change their voices in autumn as well as their shapes. No longer do they whisper to one another in muffled tones as they did in summer; they talk in a different leaf-language now. The wind moves through the boughs like fingers drawn across the strings of a harp filling the air with the harsh dry sound of sapless leaves. It is the main theme of the autumn music, this murmuring counterpoint of dead leaves.” WellsDifferentMovingLanguageSoundVoiceAirTreeWindShapesSummerFingersToneThemeDryAutumnStringsHarshLeafsFillingHarpsMurmuring Book:The Glory of the Garden Source: The Glory of the Garden
“While it is February one can taste the full joys of anticipation. Spring stands at the gate with her finger on the latch.” JoyTasteSpringFingersGatesAnticipationFebruaryLatches Book:The Glory of the Garden Source: The Glory of the Garden