Okay…so here is a photo of upstate NY taken from space. My childhood playground. The city where I was born (a few years ago)… :-) My quaint Norman Rockwell-esque hometown…the mountains that I hiked, the forests that I camped and the lakes that I fished with my Dad. Amazing to see it all from space. Of course, in these hills and forests my favorite time of year is Autumn. The colors of the leaves are spectacular now. Heading outside with Mum…to take some pictures of these amazing trees! My favorite poem about Autumn is Keats’ “Ode to Autumn”…a surprise at the end (the last line)…you could say that Keats sent the first ‘tweet’ in 1819… Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness! Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run; To bend with apples the mossed cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o'erbrimmed their clammy cells. Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reaped furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers; And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook; Or by a cider-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours. Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, - While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing, and now with treble soft The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft; And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.