October is here! The NRT celebrates the arrival of October with our annual Harvest Fair! This past weekend we had an incredibly successful fundraiser and would like to again thank all our major sponsors and local businesses who donated to the event, our wonderful volunteers who helped, and all those who came out to support us. We hope everyone enjoyed Sheep Pasture, themselves, and their families on Sunday!
So yes October, arguably one of the most beautiful New England months with its changing leaves, apples, pumpkins, and crisp evenings by the campfire, is here. Most of us cannot say that October isn’t one of the most popular months, but in case you’re having a hard time understanding why, here are what some past notable people have said about this month.
Nathaniel Hawthorne, an American novelist native to Massachusetts, once wrote, “There is no season when such pleasant and sunny spots may be lighted on, and produce so pleasant an effect on the feelings, as now in October.”
Henry Ward Beecher, a prominent social reformer and brother to Harriet Beecher Stowe, described October as “nature’s funeral month.” He said, “Nature glories in death more than life. The month of departure is more beautiful than the month of coming - October than May. Every green thing loves to die in bright colors.”
British novelist Mary Anne Evans, better known for her male pen name George Eliot, wrote, “Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.”
Perhaps nobody else paints a more luscious picture of this month than American poet Margaret Walker. From her 1973 publication October Journey, Margaret wrote:
“I want to tell you what hills are like in October
when colors gush down mountainsides
and little streams are freighted with a caravan of leaves,
I want to tell you how they blush and turn in fiery shame
how their love burns with flames consuming and terrible
Until we wake one morning and woods are like a smoldering
a glowing caldron full of jewelled fire;
the emerald earth a dragon’s eye
The poplars drenched with yellow light
And dogwoods blazing bloody red.
Travelling southward earth changes from gray rock to green
The above passages are only a small excerpt from Walker’s October Journey. If you would like to read her full poem or listen to it, please click here!
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