"The October country ... that country where it is always turning late in the year. That country where the hills are fog and the rivers are mist; where noons go quickly, dusks and twilights linger, and midnights stay. That country composed in the main of cellars, sub-cellars, coalbins, closets, attics, and pantries faced away from the sun. That country whose people are autumn people, thinking only autumn thoughts. Whose people passing at night on the empty walks sound like rain." ~ Ray Bradbury, from The October Country
Oh -- what a lovely piece of prose about autumn -- this is a saver for me. thanks Teresa -- barbara
ReplyDeleteRay Bradbury knew this season, didn't he? Thank you for giving it to me to savor and ponder. :-)
ReplyDeleteThe fallen leaves that jewel the ground
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And leave with joy their glad gold hearts
In the scarlet shadows lying
When hunger calls my footsteps home
The morning follows after
I swim the seas within my mind
And the pine-trees laugh green laughter
"October Song" by Robin Williamson of The Incredible String Band - minstrels of my youthful days.
Bradbury was unique in how he crafted his words into bits of remarkable, wasn't he? This would be swell book of stories to pick up all through October. Thanks for this, Teresa.
ReplyDeleteFinding an old paperback copy of October Country on top of a trash can in an alleyway in St. Louis while on vacation when I was a kid introduced me to a world of imagination I never knew existed! That book has a special place in my nine-year-old heart.
ReplyDeletesimply beautiful. I love October. It is my very favorite time of year. It calls to me.
ReplyDeleteOctober's my favorite, too, and has been since childhood. Cool and crisp, filled with delights for the eye and treats for the tongue, and always, the pleasure of my birthday - every year in childhood, another inch or some taller, and now, as I fade, another inch shorter (though not every year!) I'm aware of my time on earth shortening, too, just like the days. Sometimes, it brings a tear, but very little sorrow.
ReplyDeleteReally beautiful!
ReplyDeleteYes, time indeed for thinking autumn thoughts.
ReplyDeleteWow, don't even get me going on Ray Bradbury, my favorite book ever is "Dandelion Wine" . Yes. October...bleeds in orange, yellow, maroon, and red.....a beautiful and
ReplyDeletejustifiable death to summer.
You have a very nice Blog and if you don't mind I will follow you from Padova, Italy.
ReplyDeletethis photo is magic, and the words as well.. saluti !
Thank you all for reading and commenting. :)
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