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“November — with uncanny witchery in its changed trees. With murky red sunsets flaming in smoky crimson behind the westering hills. With dear days when the austere woods were beautiful and gracious in a dignified serenity of folded hands and closed eyes — days full of fine, pale sunshine that sifted through the late, leafless gold of the juniper-trees and glimmered among the grey beeches, lighting up evergreen banks of moss and washing the colonnades of the pines. Days with a high-sprung sky of flawless turquoise. Days when an exquisite melancholy seemed to hang over the landscape and dream about the lake. But days, too, of the wild blackness of great autumn storms, followed by dank, wet, streaming nights when there was witch-laughter in the pines and fitful moans among the mainland trees.”

— L.M. Montgomery, from ‘The Blue Castle’ (via theflowershop)

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The Edge of Love (2008) dir. John Maybury

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this autumn has everything. barren trees creaking in a gusty wind. an ominous fog-blanketed horse pasture. a toothless granny wearing a wreath of gnarled witch hazel twigs on her head. harvest rituals that require blood. a séance in your elderly aunt's barn and then a hearty potato soup afterward. that weird musty-smelling knit blanket your family has kept for generations and only brings out of the linen cupboard when the weather turns cold. crows gathering by the chimney to keep warm. a cloak probably