Thursday, October 18, 2012

October love

"She loved October - loved it well in its first crimson pomp, when frosted leaves hung like a flame and the asters along the road were like pale purple songs; and even better in its later quiet of brown autumnal fields and the shadowy interfoldings of the hills over the bay; with its evenings full of the nice smell of burning leaves in Lazarre's bonfires and all its apples to be picked and stored in the apple-barn, until such time as it grew too cold and they must be put away in barrels in the cellar."

                             - L.M. Montgomery,   Magic for Marigold


  1. "...Its first crimson pomp" is perfect.

  2. Adoro maçãs e também cheiro de folhas queimadas! bjss