“…When we do return, it shall not be like other travellers, without being able to give one accurate idea of anything. We will know where we have gone—we will recollect what we have seen. Lakes, mountains, and rivers shall not be jumbled together in our imaginations…” — Elizabeth Bennet, Pride and Prejudice
H.E. Bates describes this time of year so beautifully, as the sap is ebbing:
“So… in September, the life is flowing again—back now, really ebbing, like the sap itself. In the woods, especially, life and sap are synonymous. It is that uprising of sap in April and May, and even March, that gives woods their beautiful and stimulating sense of life. It is the flowing back, the slow return to death and the bottom of the pit, that gives them in autumn that peculiar air of soft melancholy, the infusion of sad odors and the sweet death of countable leaves.
In late September the full fruition of things has come.”
It is this bittersweet feeling of autumn, this full fruition, that causes us to pause, think, and ‘recollect what we have seen‘.
Pictures taken at Columbia River Gorge; for ‘Edge‘ photo challenge…
Further reading and delightful essays on Jane Austen and her love of the natural world:
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