My Opinion About A.A.Milne’s “A Word for Autumn”

What can be more dreadful than drop? E genuinely category we say f bewell to pass and al bureaus rally of it as the end of the world, to tell the truth, me, in addition. Undoubtedly, t present be people who are fascinated with capitulation, they manage it. Anyway, its a beautiful time of the year, very picturesque and bright, especially during September. Leaves are red, orange, yellow, golden brown and amber. The air is cool, bit and the sky looks darker and more boundless in the evenings.Butits autumn and nothing can be done till the next June. Its care a damnation and a punishment for relaxed and carefree summer weve just spent. A. A. Milne shares the other point of view in his essay A Word for Autumn. The narrator is kind of a relativist here. He is analogous Zen-Buddhist, the good and the bad are making the one, main law of action-time for him, they are indivisible and everlasting. I had been forecasting of the winter as a horrid wet, dreary time fit only for profes sional football. right away I can see other things- These other things are too the part of our mundane and routine life but they do arrange it and make cheerful sitting near by fireplace, having long talks with your parents or beloved ones during long and cold autumn and winter evenings, instruction books or just muse on some things Good mould shall be done this winter. Life shall be lived well. But I destiny to think a little about summer. wherefore do we like it so much and cherish its every day? Why does it so much influence our mood?Summer comes every year like an award for the long and cold winter that weve managed to withstand. Its my way of seeing it, of course, you may not agree with me. We like the sun, its warm up and bright rays that are meeting us every summer morning, were fond of sunsets that stay in our memory for long time. Its gigantic time of camping weekends, holidays on the sea-shore and long evening walks in the metropolis parks. I like that trees and g rass are so emerald green, I like azure blue sky and light clouds in it and the warm wind. These are things I like about summer.I see that people on the streets are more open and smile when summer comes. I think its in the air, this feeling of happiness, of youth and joyful moments. Everything makes a strut of complete and sunny summer bliss and thats how it goes from year to year. Thats why, may be, it so important to keep this feeling and thought inside, and fill it throughout autumn and winter. We still dont have such(prenominal) a skill. To be honest, me not. I try to cultivate this habit in me but every time its in vain and A. A. Milne on the contrary succeeded in it and Im a little avaricious about him in this way.He is epicurean here, he takes the best of life while he can, he enjoys every moment of life. He sees its beauty in the fresh celery and a wedge of give up, in vegetables and fruits, in the pipe he just smoked, in taverns and capital of the United Kingdom inns. A nd here comes the thought that its a good life and its going to be this way no matter what happens. The narrator cute to make us think about it and he did. He ensured me and here I agree with him that The end of the summer is not the end of the world. presents to October-and, waiter, some more celery.