A Trail of Flowers
Thursday, October 22, 2009
In old October...
All things on earth point home in old October:
sailors to sea, travellers to walls and fences,
hunters to field and hollow and the long voice of the hounds,
the lover to the love he has forsaken.
-- Thomas Wolfe
"Just before the death of flowers,
And before they are buried in snow,
There comes a festival season
When nature is all aglow."
- Author Unknown