Thursday, October 2, 2014

In a Country Called October




"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







12 comments:

  1. Oh -- what a lovely piece of prose about autumn -- this is a saver for me. thanks Teresa -- barbara

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  2. Ray Bradbury knew this season, didn't he? Thank you for giving it to me to savor and ponder. :-)

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  3. The fallen leaves that jewel the ground
    They know the art of dying
    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.

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  4. 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.

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  5. Finding 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.

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  6. simply beautiful. I love October. It is my very favorite time of year. It calls to me.

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  7. October'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.

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  8. Yes, time indeed for thinking autumn thoughts.

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  9. Wow, 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
    justifiable death to summer.

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  10. You have a very nice Blog and if you don't mind I will follow you from Padova, Italy.
    this photo is magic, and the words as well.. saluti !

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  11. Thank you all for reading and commenting. :)

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