O hushed October morning mild,

Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;

Tomorrow’s wind, if it be wild,

Should waste them all.

The crows above the forest call;

Tomorrow they may form and go.

-Robert Frost

Ah, October.  How quickly you came and how quickly you left.  And how quickly we wished you back.

(but gladly, we have oodles of pumpkin butter to remind us of your past existence).

That, and Eric Whitacre’s October:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6EoUAbODO34

(if you are a fellow classical music enthusiast, I would advise listening with a box of tissues nearby)

she lost herself in the trees among the ever-changing leaves.

she wept beneath the wild sky as stars told stories of ancient times…

-Christy Ann Martine

Faithful God, every promise kept
Every need You’ve met, faithful God.

– Laura Story

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