Fall Days

“I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.”
                                                          ― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables

“Listen! The wind is rising, and the air is wild with leaves,
We have had our summer evenings, now for October eves!”
                                                                     ― Humbert Wolfe

“But the trees were gorgeous in their autumnal leafiness – the warm odours of flowers and herb came sweet upon the sense.”
                                                                         ― Elizabeth Gaskell, North and South

“It was one of those days you sometimes get latish in the autumn when the sun beams, the birds toot, and there is a bracing tang in the air that sends the blood beetling briskly through the veins.”
                                                                                   ― P.G. Wodehouse

Autumn burned brightly, a running flame through the mountains, a torch flung to the trees.”
                                                                                                  ― Faith Baldwin

“The glorious transmutation of autumn had come on: all the vast Canadian shores were clothed with a splendour never seen in France; to which all the pageants of all the kings were as a taper to the sun.
                                                                                     ― Willa Cather, Shadows on the Rock

“And autumn ain’t so shabby for wow, either. The colors are broccoli and flame and fox fur. The tang is apples, death, and wood smoke. The rot smells faintly of grapes, of fermentation, of one element being changed alchemically into another, and the air is moist and you sleep under two down comforters in a cold room. The trails are not dusty anymore, and you get to wear your favorite sweaters.”
                                                                                              ― Anne Lamott

“In the garden, Autumn is, indeed the crowning glory of the year, bringing us the fruition of months of thought and care and toil. And at no season, safe perhaps in Daffodil time, do we get such superb colour effects as from August to November.”
                                                                                             ― George Eliot

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About Theresa

I live in an old farmhouse in upstate New York (no, *not* the big city!) in the country with my family, two dogs, two calves, and two horses. I love to cross stitch, quilt, read, and look at needlework blogs :) and I love coffee *and* tea!
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