" This is the month of quiet days, crimson creepers, and blackberries;
of mellow afternoons in the ripening garden...
of wood fires in the library in the chilly evenings.
...there is a feeling about this month that reminds me of March
and the early days of April when spring is still hesitating on the threshold
and the garden holds its breath in expectation.
There is the same mildness in the air
and the sky and the grass have the same look as then;
but the leaves tell a different tale;
and the reddening creeper on the house is rapidly approaching
its last and loveliest glory."
{Elizabeth Van Arnim}