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One of the benefits of my new job is that I have more time in the morning to spend with Esme, including enjoying moments like this when she settles in to her favorite ‘reading’ spot.  Life is not so bad for a Monday morning.

One of the benefits of my new job is that I have more time in the morning to spend with Esme, including enjoying moments like this when she settles in to her favorite ‘reading’ spot.  Life is not so bad for a Monday morning.

"That country where it is always turning late in the year. That country where the hills are fog and the rivers are mist; where noons go quickly, dusks and twilights linger, and midnights stay. That country composed in the main of cellars, sub-cellars, coal-bins, closets, attics, and pantries faced away from the sun. That country whose people are autumn people, thinking only autumn thoughts. Whose people passing at night on the empty walks sound like rain."  The October Country by Ray Bradbury

"That country where it is always turning late in the year. That country where the hills are fog and the rivers are mist; where noons go quickly, dusks and twilights linger, and midnights stay. That country composed in the main of cellars, sub-cellars, coal-bins, closets, attics, and pantries faced away from the sun. That country whose people are autumn people, thinking only autumn thoughts. Whose people passing at night on the empty walks sound like rain."  

The October Country by Ray Bradbury

Something Wicked This Way Comes by Ray Bradbury.  Required Autumn reading.  "Every page is a crackling brown leaf, blown about on orchard- and bonfire-scented winds. Every bit of description is painfully evocative, extraordinarily vivid. It’s a melancholy, bittersweet little tale, much like Autumn itself." (Excerpt from jwocker.com's Halloween blog, which features this photo of mine.)

Something Wicked This Way Comes by Ray Bradbury.  Required Autumn reading. 

"Every page is a crackling brown leaf, blown about on orchard- and bonfire-scented winds. Every bit of description is painfully evocative, extraordinarily vivid. It’s a melancholy, bittersweet little tale, much like Autumn itself." (Excerpt from jwocker.com's Halloween blog, which features this photo of mine.)

Another from our visit to Gillette Castle this morning: the library of William Gillette, the actor who brought “Elementary, my dear Watson” to Sherlock Holmes.

Another from our visit to Gillette Castle this morning: the library of William Gillette, the actor who brought “Elementary, my dear Watson” to Sherlock Holmes.

From our visit to Gillette Castle this morning: the library of William Gillette, the actor who brought “Elementary, my dear Watson” to Sherlock Holmes.

From our visit to Gillette Castle this morning: the library of William Gillette, the actor who brought “Elementary, my dear Watson” to Sherlock Holmes.

Another from the Water Street Bookstore in Exeter, NH.  This is what a bookstore should be.  Shelves and shelves of old, georgous books, plus stacks on the floor.  Old, worn-in chairs everywhere.  Amazing art that I’ve never seen hanging on the wall.  I love this place and could have spent the day here, feeling all literary and taking pictures.

Another from the Water Street Bookstore in Exeter, NH.  This is what a bookstore should be.  Shelves and shelves of old, georgous books, plus stacks on the floor.  Old, worn-in chairs everywhere.  Amazing art that I’ve never seen hanging on the wall.  I love this place and could have spent the day here, feeling all literary and taking pictures.