“I went out and down the harbor road. There was such a nice frosty, Octobery smell in the air, blent with the delightful odor of newly plowed fields. I walked on and on until twilight had deepened into a moonlit autumn night. I was alone but not lonely.” ANNE OF WINDY POPLARS

It was an October of winds, small winds that purred in the valley and big ones that lashed the maple tops, winds that howled along the sandshore but crouched when they came to the rocks, crouched & sprang…green pastures lay here and there like patches on the sere harvest fields

🍂#October that year gathered up all the spilled sunshine of the summer & clad herself in it as in a garment...when autumn comes, the maples give up trying to be sober and flame out in all the barbaric splendour and gorgeousness of their real nature… THE GOLDEN ROAD

“I’m so glad I’m going to live here. I’ve always heard that Prince Edward Island was the prettiest place in the world, & I used to imagine I was living here, but I never really expected I would. It’s delightful when your imaginations come true, isn’t it?”  ANNE OF GREEN GABLES

🍁 “I’ve come up to ask you to go for one of our old-time rambles through #September woods and ‘over hills where spices grow,’ this afternoon,” said Gilbert. #LMMontgomery ANNE OF THE ISLAND 🎨 unknown

“I expect the universe will muddle on if we let it alone for a while. Look at those cloud shadows, & that tranquillity of green valleys, & that house with an apple tree at each of its corners...This is one of the days people feel alive and every wind of the world is a sister.”

“Some of the apples had to be picked very carefully. But with others it did not matter; we boys would climb the trees and shake the apples down until the girls shrieked for mercy. The days were crisp and mellow, with warm sunshine and …woodsy odours of the withering grasses.”