Northwood; a Tale of New England, Volume 1 By Sarah Josepha Buell Hale

There is, usually, during a part of the months of October and November, a succession of fair sunny days, that seem to breathe almost the freshness and inspire the feelings of spring. True, the flowers and blossoms do not display their beauty nor exhale their fragrance, but the forest trees assume such rich and varied tints, and the orchards offer such a profusion and variety of excellent fruit, and "from the boughs such savory odor is blown," that the eye and appetite which are not gratified, must be fastidious indeed. And who can ramble out on a bright November afternoon, when the sun seems to shed down all his glory, as if intending to show off his broad face to the best advantage before shrouding it beneath the gloomy veil ef winter, without acknowledging that
"Though all the gay foppery of Nature is flown," the earth is still beautiful?
Northwood; a Tale of New England, Volume 1
 By Sarah Josepha Buell Hale