MySpot: September in the Rain

"The leaves of brown came tumbling down
Remember, in September, in the rain
The sun went out just like a dying ember
That September in the rain.

To every word of love I heard you whisper
The raindrops seemed to play our sweet refrain.
Though spring is here, to me it is still September

That September in the rain."

Frank Sinatra

MySpot: Gleaming in the Winter Sun

"Winter sunshine is a fairy wand touching everything with a strange magic. 

It is like the smile of a friend in time of sorrow."

Patience Strong

MySpot: Not Quite so Simple as Black and White

"It was one of those chilly and empty afternoons in early winter, 

when the daylight is silver rather than gold and pewter rather than silver."

G. K. Chesterton

From the Garden

"Harvest isn't just the act of picking a vegetable from the vine, 

it's a season for collecting the crops and celebrating plentiful gifts our garden has brought to us."

Unknown

MySpot: Autumn in the Park

"We stand watching the yellow leaves go queer,

flapping in the winter rain,

falling flat and washed."

Anne Sexton

MySpot: Autumn Carries more Gold in its Pocket

"Autumn seemed to arrive suddenly that year. 

The morning of the first September was crisp and golden as an apple."

J.K. Rowling - Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

MySpot: Autumnal Flash

"Use what you have, use what the world gives you. 

Use the first day of fall: bright flame before winter's deadness; harvest; orange, gold, amber; cool nights and the smell of fire. 

Our tree-lined streets are set ablaze, our kitchens filled with the smells of nostalgia: 

apples bubbling into sauce, roasting squash, cinnamon, nutmeg, cider, warmth itself. 

The leaves as they spark into wild color just before they die are the world's oldest performance art."

Shauna Niequist - Bittersweet: Thoughts on Change, Grace, and Learning the Hard Way