Golden Autumn

We're having a wonderful Autumn around where I live.
We've had one deliriously wet week of rain for a start, plus a few healthy showers since, and it has been marvellous to hear hear people talking about something other than "the drought."
Quite apart from the rain (more of which we need within a few week, please, Hughie) the winds have become more gentle, and the sun more friendly. The nights, coming so much much earlier, have the chill that invites more blankets and closer cuddling (where applicable, of course).
Autumn's the time for leaves, from red to golden in a hundred shades. It's the time for touring in whatever hills are available, to inspect the color show from trees that, soon, are bare and awaiting Spring.
Drought's gone at our place, for now, and so are the buckets of water saved from shower and washing to pour on our garden. With that task put aside, though, there is no rest for our community's keen gardeners. Bags and bags of fertilisers, mulch, planting soil, plus sundry chemicals, build up in sheds and cul de sacs. New plants and seedlings come almost in procession, every day.
All this time I'm sure I sense a chorus from all of the garden shops - "Thank you, God, for Autumn", I hear them cry!