
“How beautifully leaves grow old. How full of light and color are their last days.”
~ John Burroughs (b. April 3, 1837 – d. March 29, 1921)

“How beautifully leaves grow old. How full of light and color are their last days.”
~ John Burroughs (b. April 3, 1837 – d. March 29, 1921)

“Autumn leaves don’t fall, they fly.
They take their time and wander on this their only chance to soar.”
~ Delia Owens, Where the Crawdads Sing

“Now go, and make interesting mistakes, make amazing mistakes, make glorious and fantastic mistakes. Break rules. Leave the world more interesting for your being here.”
~ Neil Gaiman


“Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home.”
Edith Sitwell (b. 7 September 1887 – d. 9 December 1964)

“To say it was a beautiful day would not begin to explain it.
It was that day when the end of summer intersects perfectly with the start of fall.”
~ Ann Patchett (b. December 2, 1963)

Oh, the summer night, Has a smile of light, And she sits on a sapphire throne.
Bryan Procter (b. November 21, 1787 – d. October 5, 1874)
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