It's November

"I like spring, but it is too young. I like summer, but it is too proud. So I like best of all autumn, because its tone is mellower, its colours are richer, and it is tinged with a little sorrow. Its golden richness speaks not of the innocence of spring, nor the power of summer, but of the mellowness and kindly wisdom of approaching age. It knows the limitations of life and its content." Lin Yutang

When I went out this morning, the last few leaves hanging on to my maple were dusted with frost, and they glistened like Christmas ornaments. I must put glitter on some of my pressed Autumn leaves so I can remember how they looked on this November first morning.

Not as many trick-or-treaters, this year, as I had anticipated. To end my Halloween everning, I watched the 1941 version of "Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde". I have always loved the old horror movies. I always cried for the werewolf. But, I had forgotten how awful was Mr. Hyde.