"It was November -- the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines." - L.M. Montgomery
Fall starts bold and bright in October, marked by crisp, orange leaves; glowing pumpkins; multi-colored gourds; and red apples. But as I walked outside this morning, I noticed that fall feels more mellow now. Most of those bright, orange leaves have fallen and faded to brown, while the trees that turn later have changed to shades of pale yellow and deep red.
It feels like the last breath of fall, and I'm enjoying every second of it.
(Image via Creature Comforts)
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