“The air was fresh and crisp and had a distinct smell which was a mixture of the dried leaves on the ground and the smoke from the chimneys and the sweet ripe apples that were still clinging onto the branches in the orchard behind the house.”
― Arlene Stafford-Wilson, Recipes and Recollections: Treats and Tales from Our Mother's Kitchen
“A misstep many make: they mistake darkness for meaning. They think light is easy. They think light will find a way through the crack in the door by itself. But it doesn't - you have to open the door and let it in.”
― Melanie Gideon
Are you afraid of the dark...then maybe you need a Luminoir...
The first of Autumn storms is on its way...the wind begins to play..
Better go home before it gets serious..
“Listen to the' wind wutherin' round the house," she said. "You could bare stand up on the moor if you was out on it tonight."
Mary did not know what "wutherin'" meant until she listened, and then she understood. It must mean that hollow shuddering sort of roar which rushed round and round the house, as if the giant no one could see were buffeting it and beating at the walls and windows to try to break in. But one knew he could not get in, and somehow it made one feel very safe and warm inside a room with a red coal fire.”
― Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden
..........................................................Its a blustery day at the Hilltop...be safe out there..