In autumn, everything is golden. The light that filters through the leaves is a joy to the eyes. The vines, after giving us the sweet bunches, now give us their colours. And these mulberry trees, now that there are no more silkworms, after giving us shade in summer, now give us this precious light; a rain of gold. And like that of Zeus, it cannot help but be just as fruitful: all we have to do is walk past it, look after it, and it will come to us.