A Song of Autumn by Adam Lindsay Gordon

‘WHERE shall we go for our garlands glad At the falling of the year, When the burnt-up banks are yellow and sad, When the boughs are yellow and sere? Where are the old ones that once we had, And when are the new ones near? What shall we do for our garlands glad At the falling of the year?’ ‘Child! can I tell where the garlands go? Can I say where the lost leaves veer On the brown-burnt banks, when the wild winds blow, When they drift through the dead-wood drear? Girl! when the garlands of next year glow, You may gather again, my dear— But I go where the last year’s lost leaves go At the falling of the year.’

Autumn Reflection at Jardin Public Compans Cafarelli.

The real man smiles in trouble, gathers strength from distress, and grows brave by reflection. Thomas Paine (1737 - 1809)

True gentleness is founded on a sense of what we owe to him who made us and to the common nature which we all share. It arises from reflection on our own failings and wants, and from just views of the condition and duty of man. It is native feeling heightened and improved by principle. Hugh Blair

Jardin Royal - Royal Garden - of Toulouse in autumn.

In the other gardens And all up the vale, From the autumn bonfires See the smoke trail! Pleasant summer over And all the summer flowers, The red fire blazes, The grey smoke towers. Sing a song of seasons! Something bright in all! Flowers in the summer, Fires in the fall! Robert Louis Stevenson Autumn Fires.

"In the garden, Autumn is, indeed the crowning glory of the year, bringing us the fruition of months of thought and care and toil. And at no season, safe perhaps in Daffodil time, do we get such superb colour effects as from August to November." - Rose G. Kingsley, The Autumn Garden, 1905

The color of autumn at Jardin Public - Public Garden - Compans Cafarelli, Toulouse where the grantparents meet each other and their dogs, too :)

The falling leaves, the heartwarming and rich colors, the cool air and breezes... Seeing your kids playing amidst the fallen leaves, rolling on the leaves, the gentleness of the season...

The falling leaves drift by the window The autumn leaves of red and gold I see your lips, the summer kisses The sun-burned hands I used to hold

Monument for people of Province Haute Garonne (which Toulouse is located) who died during the war. It is located just the opposite of Metro François Ferdier (Metro Ligne B).

The below photo is the same monument from opposite angle, where we could see the trees along Allées Forain-François Ferdier. When we continue this Allées, we will arive at Jardin Royal (Royal Garden).