Thursday, Nov. 5, 2020

November 5, 2020 by  

 

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“Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all.”

— Stanley Horowitz

Wednesday, Nov. 4, 2020

November 4, 2020 by  

 

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Autumn is a second spring where every leaf is a flower.

~ Albert Camus

Tuesday, Nov. 3, 2020

November 3, 2020 by  

 

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A woodland in full color is awesome as a forest fire, in magnitude at least, but a single tree is like a dancing tongue of flame to warm the heart. 

~Hal Borland

Monday, Nov. 2, 2020

November 2, 2020 by  

 

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No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace
As I have seen in one autumnal face.

~John Donne

Thursday, Oct. 29, 2020

October 29, 2020 by  

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The days may not be so bright and balmy—yet the quiet and melancholy that linger around them is fraught with glory. Over everything connected with autumn there lingers some golden spell—some unseen influence that penetrates the soul with its mysterious power.

~ Northern Advocate

Wednesday, Oct. 28, 2020

October 28, 2020 by  

October’s poplars are flaming torches lighting the way to winter.

–   Nova Bair

Tuesday, Oct. 27, 2020

October 27, 2020 by  

All things on earth point home in old October; sailors to sea, travellers to walls and fences, hunters to field and hollow and the long voice of the hounds, the lover to the love he has forsaken.

— Thomas Wolfe

Thursday, Oct. 22, 2020

October 22, 2020 by  

Bittersweet October.  The mellow, messy, leaf-kicking, perfect pause between the opposing miseries of summer and winter.

–   Carol Bishop Hipps

Wednesday, Oct. 221, 2020

October 21, 2020 by  

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For humans, autumn is a time of harvest, of gathering together.  For nature, it is a time of sowing, of scattering abroad. 

~ Edwin Way Teale

Friday, Oct. 30, 2020

October 20, 2020 by  

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Bittersweet October.  The mellow, messy, leaf-kicking, perfect pause between the opposing miseries of summer and winter. 

~ Carol Bishop Hipps

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