in our secret garden
tucked away

telling stories
chasing shadows
and pumpkins
and blue

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October knew, of course, that the action of turning a page, of ending a chapter or shutting a book, did not end the tale.

“It is simply a matter,” he explained to April, “of finding a sunny place in a garden, where the light is golden and the grass is soft; somewhere to rest, to stop reading, and to be content.” ~Neil Gailman, Season of Mists


Love and peace to you this season, dear heart.  Light seems to be growing dim, but October knows a few secrets.

If I say, ‘Surely the darkness shall fall on me,’
Even the night shall be light about me;
Indeed, the darkness shall not hide from You,
But the night shines as the day;
The darkness and the light are both alike to You.

Psalm 139:11-12

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