Thursday, September 6, 2012

anne


It was a September evening and all the gaps and clearings in the woods were brimmed up with ruby sunset light. Here and there the lane was splashed with it, but for the most part it was already quite shadowy beneath the maples, and the spaces under the firs were filled with a clear violet dusk like airy wine. The winds were out in their tops, and there is no sweeter music on earth than that which the wind males in the fir-trees at evening.
-Anne of Green Gables-



"I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers. It would be terrible if we just skipped from September to November, wouldn't it?"
-Anne of Green Gables-



"It was November - the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines.
-Anne of Green Gables-







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Thank you for stopping by and brightening my day with a little bit of sunshine!