“The air of October is sweet and cold as the wine of apples,”
— Edgar Lee Masters, from Songs & Satires (1916); “Johnny Appleseed,”
🍂 It looks like a rather blustery day, today…
Happy Windsday, Piglet.
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The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh (1977)
“GUILDENSTERN: It’s autumnal. ROSENCRANTZ (examining the ground): No leaves. GUILDENSTERN: Autumnal - nothing to do with leaves. It is to do with a certain brownness at the edges of the day… Brown is creeping up on us, take my word for it… Russets and tangerine shades of old gold flushing the very outside edge of the senses… deep shining ochres, burnt umber and parchments of baked earth — reflecting on itself and through itself, filtering the light. At such times, perhaps, coincidentally, the leaves might fall, somewhere, by repute. Yesterday was blue, like smoke.”
— Tom Stoppard, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead (via thebluesthour)
“I will cut adrift—I will sit on pavements and drink coffee—I will dream; I will take my mind out of its iron cage and let it swim—this fine October.”
— Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry c. October 1927 featured in “Diaries,”
In the deep fall
don’t you imagine the leaves think how
comfortable it will be to touch
the earth instead of the
nothingness of air and the endless
freshets of wind? (…)And don’t you hear
the goldenrod whispering goodbye,
the everlasting being crowned with the first
tuffets of snow? (…)
Halloween House
If anyone ever wants to visit this house, it’s the Johnathan Corwin House aka The Witch House in Salem, Mass.!
