Chilly morning,the frost on the pumpkins,the cats wearing their sweaters,kicking the frost off their paws,
noses in the air sniffing, soon they will be "thinking" BRRR,too cold we will stay in this time.
October,came and went so fast,White Oak mountain ablaze with autumns glory,the wood smoke has already scented the hollow,
soon the bareness of the long winter will be here.
I wonder what it would be like to live in a world where it was always June.
-- L. M. Montgomery
We have been warned against letting the golden hours slip by.
But some of them are golden only because we let them slip. -- J. M. Barrie