“December’s wintery breath is already clouding the pond, frosting the pane, obscuring summer’s memory…”
― John Geddes A Familiar Rain
We invited half of the fam and went to the lighted hiking trail in a nearby town. We really enjoyed it last year and I wanted to do it again this year.
“November’s sky is chill and drear, November’s leaf is red and sear.” Sir Walter Scott Read the rest of this entry
September is the month of maturity; the heaped basket and the garnered sheaf. It is the month of climax and completion. September! I never tire of turning it over and over in my mind. It has warmth, depth and colour. It glows like old amber. – Patience Strong (1951). “The Glory of the Garden
“August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.”
―Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath