Best of the Month

“What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.”

“In November, some birds move away and some birds stay. The air is full of good-byes and well-wishes. The birds who are leaving look very serious. No silly spring chirping now. They have long journeys and must watch where they are going. The staying birds are serious, too, for cold times lie ahead. Hard times. All berries will be treasures.”

Best of the Month

“You don’t waste October sunshine. Soon the old autumn sun would bed down in cloud blankets, and there would be weeks of gray rain before it finally decided to snow.”

Best of the Month

“Ah, September! You are the doorway to the season that awakens my soul . . . but I must confess that I love you only because you are a prelude to my beloved October.”

Best of the Month

“The month of August had turned into a griddle where the days just lay there and sizzled.”