Autumn days..

" The spirits of the air live on the smells of fruit; and joy, with pinions light, roves round the gardens, or sits singing in the trees... "

"Early autumn's peaceful slant of morning light — the first soul calm since late spring's farewell breezes."

"It was October again... a glorious October, all red and gold, with mellow mornings when the valleys were filled with delicate mists as if the spirit of autumn had poured them in for the sun to drain — amethyst, pearl, silver, rose, and smoke-blue. The dews were so heavy that the fields glistened like cloth of silver and there were such heaps of rustling leaves in the hollows of many-stemmed woods to run crisply through."

"The autumn with which we live is as variable as the wind, the weather, the land itself. Its schedule is that of the woodland trees, the wild grasses, the migrant birds."