I love borders. August is the border between summer and autumn; it is the most beautiful month I know. Twilight is the border between day and night, and the shore is the border between the sea and land. The border is longing: when both have fallen in love but still haven't said anything. The border is to be on the way. It is the way that is the most important thing.
~ Tove Jansson
So, Autumn, you slipped in quietly, hot on the heels of late summer.
We are in the middle of cutting hay ~ smells heavenly. The evenings are cooler.
My Faraways are about to cross many, many borders...winging their way here across continents towards The Lane!
I might never stop hugging them....