Autumn - For one reason or another, autumn is not always considered as the most pleasant season. Regrettably, people, if they were to be asked about it, would rather choose summer or spring.

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Marek Małecki

AHE Łódź

Filologia angielska, SUM

Grupa AU1

Autumn - the devil's not so black as he is painted

Slowly but surely, the days become shorter and evenings seem to be never-ending stream of black hours. The feeling of bracing, crisp air against face in the mornings. Drizzles and night frosts one day and lukewarm sunshine the other… When the “Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness” comes, there is no need to be attentive observer to sense it. It’s almost tangible. Park paths and squares are emptying, little by little, and now, only the most steadfast walk lovers keep strolling around them.

For one reason or another, autumn is not always considered as the most pleasant season. Regrettably, people, if they were to be asked about it, would rather choose summer or spring. Even winter, with its snow and Christmas time, is placed higher in the hierarchy of “good” seasons. What a pity… A trace of good will, negligible intention to comprehend things slightly deeper, not superficially – that’s all.  Nothing more is needed to discover that autumn, especially this so called “golden polish fall”, can be as charming as the other seasons or even more.

In the first place, autumn delights us with an abundance of perceptible diversity. Taking colours for instance, this metamorphosis is proceeding by degrees – leaves, from the most delicate tints, turn into the most vivid hues. Firstly, the omnipresent green gives way only in case of single trees, after that – clumps of them, and finally, all the gardens, parks and forests seem to burn in colourful flames. The sharp sun beams push their way through the prism of leaves and forms specific kinds of patterns, much the same as those on artistic stained glasses, however more attractive, as created by pure nature itself. How beautiful a park can be, even in November, apparently, by Thomas Hood, the month of “no”.  The spider’s webs are spotted with raindrops akin to pearls. Leaves, still stunning, although more faded and fragile now, are dancing with gusts of wind. Not to mention all of these specific scents of fall.

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However they cannot be unnoticed. A unique aroma is given off by fallen leaves of beeches, oaks, poplars and maples. It brings back memories of old attic, filled with bouquets of dried flowers and herbs. The fragrance of freshly plowed lands when it rains, chestnuts, blossoming asters and heathers, even the smoke from the fire, though acrid in summer, now is a feast for a sense of smell. And not only for this in particular.

Autumn is a wide spectrum of delightful sounds as well. Silence in the park, disturbed only by screeching of brightly-coloured jays and leaves rustling in ...

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