[…]
The Shire had seldom seen so fair a summer, or so rich an autumn: the trees
were laden with apples, honey was dripping in the combs, and the corn was tall
and full.
[…]
Away eastward the sun was rising red out of the mists that lay thick on the
world. Touched with gold and red the autumn trees seemed to be sailing rootless
in a shadowy sea. […]
Chapter
3, THREE IS A COMPANY
J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the
Rings
