October 01, 2021
Ere in the northern gale,The summer tresses of the trees are gone,The woods of Autumn, all around our vale,Have put their glory on.
The mountains that infold,In their wide sweep, the colored landscape round,Seems groups of giant kings, in purple and gold,That guard the enchanted ground.
I roam the woods that crownThe uplands, where the mingled splendors glow,Where the gay company of trees look downOn the green fields below.
My steps are not aloneIn these bright walks; the sweet southwest, at play,Flies, rustling, where the painted leaves are strownAlong the winding way.
And far in heaven, the while,The sun, that sends that gale to wander here,Pours out on the fair earth his quite smile -The sweetest of the year.
William Cullen Bryant
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I'm Robin, the designer behind October House. You've found my blog, where I ramble on about stitching and sewing and anything else that catches my fancy!
I love quiet colors, gentle stitches and making things by hand.
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