The most Bradbury of months!

Yea, verily!

Smoke and crunchy leaves and pumpkins in trees.

The October Country has finally arrived!

...that country where it is always turning late in the year. That country where the hills are fog and the rivers are mist; where noons go quickly, dusks and twilights linger, and midnights stay. That country composed in the main of cellars, sub-cellars, coal-bins, closets, attics, and pantries faced away from the sun. That country whose people are autumn people, thinking only autumn thoughts. Whose people passing at night on empty walks sound like rain.....

Around this time, I still get nostalgic feelings when I see black and orange construction paper.