autumn in georgia

Autumn has always been my favorite time of year. This season quickens me, makes me feel more alive than the others. Whether it be due to the colors or the smells, the crispness in the air, whatever the reason, fall fires up all my senses. Bursts of blushing blooms befall before me, a feeding frenzy for my soul. It is no coincidence our travels were set for this time, making one of the White Rabbit’s favorite places, Blueridge, Ga., a necessary place to stop-over for a very important date with Autumn. ~The White Rabbit

“Is not this a true autumn day? Just the still melancholy that I love – that makes life and nature harmonise. The birds are consulting about their migrations, the trees are putting on the hectic or the pallid hues of decay, and begin to strew the ground, that one’s very footsteps may not disturb the repose of earth and air, while they give us a scent that is a perfect anodyne to the restless spirit. Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.” [Letter to Miss Eliot, Oct. 1, 1841]” ~ George Eliot

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