"After the keen still days of September, the October sun filled the world with a mellow warmth…the Maple tree in front of the doorstep burned like a gigantic red torch. The Oaks along the roadway glowed yellow and bronze. The fields stretched like a carpet of jewels, emerald and topaz and garnet. Everywhere she walked the color shouted and sang around her…In October any wonderful thing might be possible." - Elizabeth George Speare
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| Last of the summer flowers |
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| First of the pumpkins |
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| Surprise October chicks! |
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| The art of life is in the doing |
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