and the leaves bright so that our road is a line of color,
and the feeling of storing - in against the winter, and the pumpkins
. . . the indefinable sense of harvest entered the house,
of apples to be stored away,
of Christmas in the perceptible future . . . "
by Shirley Jackson, 1916 - 1965
[ best known for her dystopian short story "The Lottery"
and her ghost story The Haunting of Hill House]
the above passage is from
Life Among the Savages, 78, 160
referred to by Jackson as
"a disrespectful memoir of my children"
Beaumont says, "Go Boilers!"