Saturday, October 1, 2016

October, Beautiful October




 Anne reveled in the world of color about her.
"Oh, Marilla," she exclaimed one Saturday morning, coming dancing in with her arms full of gorgeous boughs, "I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers. It would be terrible if we just skipped from September to November, wouldn't it? Look at these maple branches. Don't they give you a thrill--several thrills?”
 

―     L.M. Montgomery,    Anne of Green Gables    





 First of all, it was October, a rare month for boys. 
―     Ray Bradbury,     Something Wicked This Way Comes






There is no season when such pleasant and sunny spots may be lighted on, and produce so pleasant an effect on the feelings, as now in October. ~ Nathaniel Hawthorne





After the keen still days of September, the October sun filled the world with mellow warmth...The maple tree in front of the doorstep burned like a gigantic red torch. The oaks along the roadway glowed yellow and bronze. The fields stretched like a carpet of jewels, emerald and topaz and garnet. Everywhere she walked the color shouted and sang around her...In October any wonderful unexpected thing might be possible.
―     Elizabeth George Speare,     The Witch of Blackbird Pond
  



 He had never liked October.  Ever since he had first lay in the autumn leaves before his grandmother's house many years ago and heard the wind and saw the empty trees.  It had made him cry, without a reason.  And a little of that sadness returned each year to him.  It always went away with spring.
But, it was a little different tonight.  There was a feeling of autumn coming to last a million years.
There would be no spring.
  

―     Ray Bradbury,     Long After Midnight