Goodbye August, Hello September. … I spent most of the day preparing four small canvases for a collage project, later I went outside to take a break and noticed all the fallen leaves on our lawn.<\/p>\n
My husband was trimming some ivy which was overtaking our sycamore trees and he commented on all the dead leaves blowing down our street.<\/p>\n
I love autumn! I love listening to the wind, watching the leaves turn into vibrant shades of rust and gold,\u00a0 smelling the dry leaves and cuddling up with a good book on cool evenings.<\/p>\n
What autumn feels like to me…<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n \n “The breezes taste Have a good night!<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Goodbye August, Hello September. … I spent most of the day preparing four small canvases for a collage project, later I went outside to take a break and noticed all the fallen leaves on our lawn. My husband was trimming some ivy which was overtaking our sycamore trees and he commented on all the dead […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[262,263],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.rosearizmendi.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/488"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.rosearizmendi.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.rosearizmendi.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.rosearizmendi.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.rosearizmendi.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=488"}],"version-history":[{"count":10,"href":"https:\/\/www.rosearizmendi.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/488\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":497,"href":"https:\/\/www.rosearizmendi.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/488\/revisions\/497"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.rosearizmendi.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=488"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.rosearizmendi.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=488"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.rosearizmendi.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=488"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nOf apple peel.
\nThe air is full
\nOf smells to feel-
\nRipe fruit, old footballs,
\nBurning brush,
\nNew books, erasers,
\nChalk, and such.
\nThe bee, his hive,
\nWell-honeyed hum,
\nAnd Mother cuts
\nChrysanthemums.
\nLike plates washed clean
\nWith suds, the days
\nAre polished with
\nA morning haze.<\/span><\/strong>”
\n<\/em>–\u00a0\u00a0 John Updike, September<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n