from my Commonplace Book to yours...
a collection of quotes for A U T U M N ♥
May these words bring delight to your heart and a bit of magic to your days.
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I just remembered it's the first day of autumn and my soul melted into a chorus of hallelujahs and this picture here seemed a fitting way to mark our entrance upon the season of mighty trees and falling leaves and child-hearted awe at all the change and beauty. Let us rejoice in the most soulish and vivid of seasons. Let the cider making, cake baking, hill walking, boot wearing, scarf swathing, leaf collecting, storytelling, fireside kindling, candle lighting, soup making, berry collecting, pumpkin piling, and long novel reading days begin.
~ Sarah Clarkson ~
Fall: bright flame before winter's deadness; harvest; orange; gold; amber; cool nights and the smell of fire. Our tree-lined streets are set ablaze, our kitchens filled with the smells of nostalgia: apples bubbling into sauce, roasting squash, cinnamon, nutmeg, cider, warmth itself. The leaves as they spark into wild color just before they die are the world's oldest performance art, and everything we see is celebrating one last violently hued hurrah before the black and white and silence of winter. Fall is begging us to dance and sing and write with just the same drama and blaze.
~ Shanua Niequist ~
Tonight I'll be venturing into the attic, pulling down our sweaters and blankets, and preparing the house for the colder months. Homemaking is like embroidery; small stitches come together to create a beautiful piece of art. Every homemade meal, hand-picked bouquet, or second-hand find is another detail woven into our home's tapestry. The change of seasons always reignites my love of all things home.
~ Samantha Lindsey ~
For as long as she could remember, she had the thought that autumn air went well with books, that the two both somehow belonged with blankets, comfortable armchairs, and big cups of coffee or tea.
~ Katarina Bivald ~
A wood cook stove burning, a good kind of clutter that fills the rooms with abundance and life, the kettle always ready for hot drinks, cozy colors and decorations...it's cold outside, but the warmth of the home is inviting and rich, bringing joy and comfort to all who gather.
~ Homespun and Harvest ~
October is cinnamon embers, earl grey tea slowly steeping into swirls of amber, sunshine kissing the edges of braided clouds lined with purples bruises, confetti leaves, crushed wild apples slipping under your boots, and an ageless giddiness that leans in deep and lingers in your hair like spidery tendrils of smoke. November is fog peeking from between groves of skeleton trees, frost nibbling your fingers, film noir and Victorian novels piled on your bedside table, brewed coffee swirled with dark chocolate, heavy wool rainstorms, and burning greyscale photographs.
~ The Wandering Rose Child ~
Autumn inspires so much hope and optimism. Here we are, another year, teetering on the cusp on seasonal change, the late summer sweetly clings on until the autumn arrives to duly allay her of duty. The fall offers those who are willing to embrace- contentment, encouragement, compassion, and solace. She is a gentle soul, a comforting blanket with a familiar scent, a patchwork of deep crimson and gold; every stitch, heartfelt and affectionate. She is a fine tapestry, a mosaic of homespun wonder, draped tenderly between two worlds, gifting endless opportunity to repair hearts and atone mistakes. She is calm and subdued yet still provides a sense of spirited liberty. Each year with a loving heart, she relinquishes all our feats and grants us the strength and courage to start over again.
~ The Little Wildflowers ~
Autumn evenings are drawing in. It's that time of year when we light the fire and enjoy our teatime together listening to the crackling of logs and watching that warm glow.
~ Remembering the Old Ways ~
I am made for autumn. The low slanting light, the crisp mornings, the chill in my fingers...moody hues and subdued palate punctuated every now and again by a brilliant orange, scarlet, or copper goodbye.
~ Alys Fowler ~
I'm so, so, so ready for autumn where everything is covered in brown sugar and cinnamon. The air smells of woodsmoke and the leaves fall like glittering jewels. A mosaic of red and gold leaves, brisk October nights, pumpkin pie and apple cider, and Halloween scenes of jack o' lanterns and grinning children dressed as ghouls and ghosts and beasties.
~ Poems for the Moon ~
I love the chill of October days, when the brown leaves lie thick and sodden underneath your feet...the evenings in late autumn time, when the white mist creeps across the fiends, making it seem as though old Earth, feeling the night air cold to its poor bones, were drawing ghostly bedclothes round its withered limbs.
~ Jerome K. Jerome ~
The crackling of the fire, pull up a seat, and warm yourself. Sunday roast with friends. Late afternoon countryside walks. Long shadows at golden hour. Breathe in deep. Crisp air and rich earth. Changing leaves and windfall apples. These are a few of my favorite autumnal things.
~ Kyle Campbell ~
Those chilly mornings have been so soothing to my soul. Pulling on my coat and hat for the morning's walk, watching the windows fog around the edges as I wash up the breakfast dishes, hot cups of coffee of which chilly fingers wrap. I could wax on, but I think my point has come across...I'm a cool weather person.
~ Sarah Dockery ~
October, baptize me with leaves! Swaddle me in corduroy and nurse me with split pea soup. October, tuck my candy bars in my pockets and carve my smile into a thousand pumpkins. O autumn! O tea kettle! O grace!
~ Rainbow Rowell ~
The magic of autumn to winter - my absolute favorite thing about these seasons is the way it feels like being a part of a grand celebration surrounded by dancing fairies.
~ Poems for the Moon ~
October is crisp days and cool nights, a time to curl around the dancing flames and sink into a good book.
~ John Sinor ~
The sudden chill in the morning air tells me that fall has arrived. It's time to move my coziest clothes to the front of my closet and light a few of my most delicious smelling candles. Soon, dinner will be simmering on the stove all day while countless cups of tea will be sipped.
~ Christen Hammons ~