Photo I took near a farmer’s field, of geese noisily heading South for the winter

Two quotes of the season by two authors whose work I have enjoyed:

“But there is always a November space after the leaves have fallen when she felt it was almost indecent to intrude on the woods…for their glory terrestrial had departed and their glory celestial of spirit and purity and whiteness had not yet come upon them.”  ~L.M. Montgomery

“Wild geese fly south, creaking like anguished hinges…Season of woolen garments taken out of mothballs; of nocturnal mists and dew and slippery front steps…”  ~Margaret Atwood