We live near a church and the rectory that has a wonderful garden. There’s a giant Magnolia tree on its front yard, while during spring, summer and fall, the flowers that bloom in there ranging from Snowdrops, Hydrangea, Shasta Daisy,Hyacinth, Roses etc. It is truly a sight to be hold. A couple of weeks ago I spotted some purple flowers bloomed between Shasta Daisies. I realized they were some Fall Crocuses. It was the first time I saw them up close, though I’ve heard of their poisonous effect for sometimes.It is autumn; not without But within me is the cold. Youth and spring are all about; It is I that have grown old. Birds are darting through the air, Singing, building without rest; Life is stirring everywhere, Save within my lonely breast. There is silence: the dead leaves Fall and rustle and are still; Beats no flail upon the sheaves, Comes no murmur from the mill.
– AUTUMN WITHIN by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow –