I’m so glad we live in a world where there are Octobers.
~L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables
The light is gentle and low in the sky.
Spiders decorate the forests with their webs.
Morning fog creeps in and birds pack up their nests and head south.
Thoughts turn toward warm cider and trips to the pumpkin patch.
The air is crisp and we pull out our sweaters when setting out for a stroll.
And leaves turn on all their charm, each one becoming a brilliant flower.
Take the road less traveled, Beth