“Listen! The wind is rising, and the air is wild with leaves, We have had our summer evenings, now for October eves!”-Humbert Wolfe
Tag Archives: Fall
All That Shimmers
“Autumn carries more gold in its pocket than all the other seasons.”
-Jim Bishop
“Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.”
-F. Scott Fitzgerald
“Days decrease,
And autumn grows, autumn in everything.”
-Robert Browning
No Ordinary Life – Happy First Day of Fall!
“She lost herself in the trees among the ever-changing leaves.
She wept beneath the wild sky as stars told stories of ancient times.
The flowers grew toward her light, the river called her name at night.
She could not lead an ordinary life…
with the mysteries of the universe hidden in her eyes.”
-Christy Ann Martine
Reflections on Autumn – A Gallery of Photos
“Fall, the time when everything bursts with its last beauty, as if nature had been saving up all year for the grand finale.”
-Lauren DeStefano
You can click onto any of the thumbnail photos for a full sized version, then use the arrows for a full sized slide show.
“Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.”
-George Eliot
October
“Ah, Lovely October, as you usher in the season that awakens my soul, your awesome beauty compels my spirit to soar like an leaf caught in an autumn breeze and my heart to sing like a heavenly choir.”
-Peggy Toney Horton
Distance
“The distance lends enchantment to the view, and robes the mountain in its azure hue.”
-Thomas Campbell
A Magical Event
“The first fall of snow is not only an event, it is a magical event. You go to bed in one kind of a world and wake up in another quite different, and if this is not enchantment then where is it to be found?”
– J. B. Priestley
October
“I’m so glad I live in a world where there are October’s”
-L. M. Montgomery
“Autumn carries more gold in its pocket than all the other seasons.”
~Jim Bishop
“The time of the falling leaves has come again. Once more in our morning walk we tread upon carpets of gold and crimson, of brown and bronze, woven by the winds or the rains out of these delicate textures while we slept.
How beautifully the leaves grow old! How full of light and color are their last days! There are exceptions, of course. The leaves of most of the fruit-trees fade and wither and fall ingloriously. They bequeath their heritage of color to their fruit. Upon it they lavish the hues which other trees lavish upon their leaves….
But in October what a feast to the eye our woods and groves present! The whole body of the air seems enriched by their calm, slow radiance. They are giving back the light they have been absorbing from the sun all summer.”
~John Burroughs, “The Falling Leaves,” Under the Maples