If the October days were a cordial like the sub-acids of fruit, these are a tonic like the wine of iron. Drink deep or be careful how you taste this December vintage. The first sip may chill, but a full draught warms and invigorates.
How beautiful leaves grow old. How full of light and color are their last days.
In October, a maple tree before your window lights up your room like a great lamp. Even on cloudy days, its presence helps to dispel the gloom.
August is the month of the high sailing hawks. The hen hawk is the most noticeable. He is a bird of leisure and seems always at his ease.
When purple finches sing and soar with vernal gladness running o’er. When joys like these salute the sense, then waiting long hath recompense, and all the world is glad with May.
