Late September holds onto the summer like that promise you made you can never forget.

 My girl Carmen:



Departing summer hath assumed
An aspect tenderly illumed,
The gentlest look of spring;
That calls from yonder leafy shade
Unfaded, yet prepared to fade,
A timely carolling.
-  William Wordsworth, September


L’uva settembrina, รจ fragola zuccherina.






































































































































































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