What a beautiful landscape, and Frost's words are a treat. He was my grandmother's favorite poet. It's cooled off somewhat here - the highs have been dropping into the 80's and the lows down to 70. I love autumn after the scorch of summer. All my plants come back to life for their second burst of growth and bloom and the sun feels friendly again.

Thanks PM - a dear friend sent through that poem to go with the visual. Too much hot sucks the life out of everything, the cold is more conducive to preserving life - my spring bulbs will have started 'cooking'

Great picture, great poem.