The Month of October

“For me the autumn has never been a sad season. The dead leaves and the increasingly shorter days have never suggested the end of anything, but rather an expectation of the future. . . . there is an electricity in the air in October evenings at nightfall. Even when it is raining. I do not feel low at that hour of the day, nor do I have the sense of time flying by. I have the impression that everything is possible. The year begins in the month of October.”

~ Patrick Modiano, contemporary French novelist
Shared by Betty Hanselman
Gardener’s wife (& hope filled in October)