How bravely Autumn paints upon the sky
The gorgeous fame of Summer which is fled!
Hues of all flowers that in their ashes lie,
Trophied in that fair light whereon they fed,—
Tulip, and hyacinth, and sweet rose red,—
The poem by Thomas Hood – the pictures from the BBC of London Parks last autumn [Wanstead, Kew, Nonsuch]
I have spent 24 hours up in London for a Women’s Day of Prayer Committee. We worked very hard! As I left the city yesterday evening, I was conscious how everything seemed to have suddenly become very autumnal.