September is, somehow, already gone, the embers still glowing but soon graying and cool. I heard the first golden-crowned sparrow of the fall this morning, somewhere in the far-off trees.
But welcome October, month of quieter, mature pleasures.
Three quotes for the month—
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
October is a fine and dangerous season in America. a wonderful time to begin anything at all. You go to college, and every course in the catalogue looks wonderful.
—Thomas Merton
October is the fallen leaf, but it is also a wider horizon more clearly seen. It is the distant hills once more in sight, and the enduring constellations above them once again.
—Hal Borland (who lived on a farm in northwestern Connecticut, the site of an old Indian village, and wrote "outdoor editorials," essays following the seasons through the year)
image: A Golden-crowned Sparrow on Reifel Island, Vancouver, tgreyfox
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