Fragrant Quote for November 1st-Sunday Afternoon, Volume 3

Autumn Barn
When, however, on a golden September afternoon she walked through the orchard gathering up windfalls from beneath the apple-trees, and a train of fowls followed her, cluttering tranquilly, while two particolored cats, as sleek as if all the world was sunshine and milk, rubbed their glossy sides against her and purred ecstatically,—when on a November morning she walked along the barn floor between the fragrant haymows, picking up corn-husks for her mattresses, and the horse reached out his nose to be patted or the cows lowed recognition, her life seemed sufficiently full. She was content, and certainly her individual interests were not of such importance that she should be continually asking herself whether or not she was happy.
Sunday Afternoon, Volume 3