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:: my dear October... ::


" It was October again -

a glorious October, all red and gold,

with mellow mornings when the valley were filled with delicate mists

as if the spirit of autumn had poured them in for the sun to drain -

amethyst, pearl, silver, rose, and smoke-blue.

The dews were so heavy that the fields glistened like cloth of silver

and there were such heaps of rustling leaves in the hollows

of many stemmed woods to run crisply through.

The birch path was a canopy of yellow and the ferns were sear and brown all along it.

There was a tang in the very air that inspired the hearts of small maidens."

{ Anne of Green Gables}

My dear October,

how I love you so.

Thus begins this season so anticipated

of rest and coziness,

beloved books and holiday tea.

A jewel toned autumnal world beckons...

of leafy smells and pirouetting leaves,

crisp, mist laden mornings,

brisk, star-filled nights.

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