In his novel Of Time and the River (1935) Thomas Wolfe (born on this day in 1900) drew the following word picture of October:
October is the richest of the seasons. The fields are cut, the granaries are full, the bins are loaded to the brim with fatness, and from the cider press the rich-brown oozings of the York Imperials run. The bee bores to the belly of the yellowed grape. The fly gets old and fat and blue; he buzzes loud, crawls slow. creeps heavily to death on sill and ceiling. The sun goes down in blood and pollen across the bronzed and mown fields of old October.
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