Beam me up, Christy

The trees are entering their autumn beauty, the woodland paths are soaked as though with the blood of a thousand men. Yet, we enjoyed a last glimpse of the golden orb this weekend as the rays beamed down through the ether. So, let us hymn the pleasures of the beer garden. Particularly on a day when Phaethon lost control of the chariot of the sun and set the earth on fire. Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive / But to be young would have been very heaven!