It was November—the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines. Anne roamed...

When witches go riding and black cats are seen, the moon laughs and whispers ''Tis near Halloween.' -Unknown In my opinion, what is most...

The trees are about to show us how lovely it is to let the dead things go. -Unknown As I've talked about in the past, autumn is the...