Truth, when not sought after, rarely comes to light.
October, the extravagant sister.
September is dressing herself in showy dahlias and splendid marigolds and starry zinnias.
The foliage has been losing its freshness through the month of August, and here and there, a yellow leaf shows itself like the first gray hair amidst the locks of a beauty who has seen one season too many.
Too young for love? Ah, say not so while daisies bloom and tulips glow! June soon will come with lengthened day to practice all love learned in May.
June comes in with roses in her hand, but very often, with a thick shawl on her shoulders, and a bad cold in her head.
Love is the master key that opens the gates of happiness.
