Why I love Autumn the most
Sep. 4th, 2005 12:40 pmYesterday we went for a fishing trip to the Rice lake. P and the friends cought some kind of small fish, and generally had a jolly good time with it.
The weather was nice - short rain stopped before it started (almost), sun was shining merrily, the wind was warm and pleasant, and the grass was green and soft. I didn't care about fishing and didn't bother myself with it. Instead, I had a jolly good time of my own, walking around, taking pictures, and then sitting (or lying) under the huge tree nearby with Jerome's Tree men in a boat. This book is incredibly suited for such kind of reading - no matter how many times one reads it, it is always fresh: the adventures of J, George, and Harris (to say nothing of Monmorency) never fail to amuse, the diagnoses "A strong disinclination to work of any kind" always elicits my deepest sympathy, and the Irish stew never feels right without arat in it. But the sound of lapping water and the scent of grass give it a perfect stereoscopic effect, so if I close my eyes I may imagine their boat passing by...
The beginning of September is a beautiful time - the very border between summer and autumn, the weather is still warm enough, and leaves are green, but there is an unmistalable feel of autumn in the deep colours, and the light that everything seems incredibly, stunnungly beautiful.
The weather was nice - short rain stopped before it started (almost), sun was shining merrily, the wind was warm and pleasant, and the grass was green and soft. I didn't care about fishing and didn't bother myself with it. Instead, I had a jolly good time of my own, walking around, taking pictures, and then sitting (or lying) under the huge tree nearby with Jerome's Tree men in a boat. This book is incredibly suited for such kind of reading - no matter how many times one reads it, it is always fresh: the adventures of J, George, and Harris (to say nothing of Monmorency) never fail to amuse, the diagnoses "A strong disinclination to work of any kind" always elicits my deepest sympathy, and the Irish stew never feels right without arat in it. But the sound of lapping water and the scent of grass give it a perfect stereoscopic effect, so if I close my eyes I may imagine their boat passing by...
The beginning of September is a beautiful time - the very border between summer and autumn, the weather is still warm enough, and leaves are green, but there is an unmistalable feel of autumn in the deep colours, and the light that everything seems incredibly, stunnungly beautiful.
Here are the pictures.
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Date: 2005-09-04 05:55 pm (UTC)Have you read the sequel "Three men on the bummel" - the lads take a bicycle trip through Germany. I was rolling on the floor holding my stomach from laughing too hard.
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Date: 2005-09-05 06:26 pm (UTC)And thanks for reminding me - I read "Three men on the bummel" VERY long ago, so I nearly forgot about it.
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