Autumn. We don't get much of it in Florida. But, none the less, you can still feel it in the air.
There are small signs. The proliferation of monarch butterflies making their journey to their promised land. My river birch beside our front porch...the leaves are starting to dry and become golden. The squirrel party every afternoon as they gather acorns dropping from our oak tree in the front yard.
All signs of autumn.
|"The true harvest of my life is intangible - a little star dust caught, a portion of the rainbow I have clutched."|
¸.•*´¨`♥ Henry David Thoreau
|"I am beginning to learn that it is the sweet, simple things of life which are the real ones after all."|
¸.•*´¨`♥ Laura Ingalls Wilder
|"Her fingers were gnarled and crooked like the roots of the oldest swamp trees..."|
¸.•*´¨`♥ Amber Kizer, Meridian
|"The first stab of love is like a sunset, a blaze of color -- oranges, pearly pinks, vibrant purples..."|
¸.•*´¨`♥ Anna Godbersen, The Luxe
|"Being Southern isn't talking with an accent...or rocking on a porch while drinking sweet tea, or knowing how to tell a good story."|
¸.•*´¨`♥ Jan Norris
|"Those who don't believe in magic will never find it."|
¸.•*´¨`♥ Roald Dahl
|"The mothers have to stay at home and wait for the children to fly in the window."|
¸.•*´¨`♥ Audrey Niffenegger, The Time Traveler's Wife
|"Fairy tales say that apples were golden only to refresh the forgotten moment when we found that they were green."|
¸.•*´¨`♥ G.K. Chesterton