I love collecting quotes, especially from authors I admire and enjoy. A lovely turn of phrase can change the most dreary day into one of beauty. On Saturday we move, and I’m trying not to think about it. So instead I’m thinking about fall. Autumn. The beauty and enchanting quality of the season soon to come. We’ll be settled, or at least landed. Back to living life, rather than watching it race by while we pack, and pack, and pack.
I can feel autumn coming, in the light breeze, the refreshing rain, the gentle mornings. Sure, it’s almost 90*. But that won’t last. August never does. Soon it will be September and I will begin pulling out sweaters and boots just because I can.
George Eliot, aka Mary Anne Evans, was a like-minded soul, apparently.