L.M. Montgomery 🍁

👻 “I can’t go through the Haunted Wood, Marilla,” cried Anne...There’s a white lady walks along the brook just about this time of the night and wrings her hands and utters wailing cries. 🫈💀 And there’s a headless man stalks up and down the path and skeletons glower at you . 👀

There was a reek of leaf fires all through the Glen, a heap of big yellow #pumpkins in the barn… Ingleside rang with laughter from dawn to sunset. Even Gilbert laughed more than usual this fall. "I like a dad who can laugh," Jem reflected. ANNE OF INGLESIDE 🎨 Paul Peel

“You may never know what scarlet & crimson really are until you see them in their perfection on an #October hillside, under the unfathomable blue of an #autumn sky. All the glow & radiance and joy at earth's heart seem to have broken loose” THE GOLDEN ROAD 🎨 Brigitte Granton

“I went out and down the harbor road. There was such a nice frosty, Octobery smell in the air, blent with the delightful odor of newly plowed fields. I walked on and on until twilight had deepened into a moonlit autumn night. I was alone but not lonely.” ANNE OF WINDY POPLARS

It was an October of winds, small winds that purred in the valley and big ones that lashed the maple tops, winds that howled along the sandshore but crouched when they came to the rocks, crouched & sprang…green pastures lay here and there like patches on the sere harvest fields

🍂#October that year gathered up all the spilled sunshine of the summer & clad herself in it as in a garment...when autumn comes, the maples give up trying to be sober and flame out in all the barbaric splendour and gorgeousness of their real nature… THE GOLDEN ROAD