"Lovely are these autumn days on the heath; the gorse is still as smooth as silk, & the air fragrant. I had almost said, regretful, as though there were some tinge of melancholy in its sweetness. All the months are crude experiments out of which the perfect September is made."
Virginia Woolf, 'The Lands End', 14 Sept. 1905
(In: A passionate apprentice : the early journals 1897-1909)
(Ah yes, September can be so beautiful. Here it's nothing like that at the moment, autumn has started off very chilly and stormy, with lots of rain and more to follow.)