THE AUTUMN WOODS By Eva J. Beede Good Housekeeping, October 27, 1888
What beauty in the Autumn woods? Where, in the calm, deep solitudes, The amber sunshine finds its way, And checkered light and shadows play. Such beauty everywhere we turn! The moss-green rock and drooping fern, The woodland flowers and trailing vines, The singing brooks and sighing pines, The murmur of the gentle breeze That stirs the yellow chestnut leaves, Till softly in the grasses brown The round and prickly burs drop down. The maples are in bright array Of mottled gold and crimson gay; The oaks in deepest scarlet dressed; In cloth of gold are all the rest Except that now and then between There stands a tall, dark evergreen That sheds its spicy fragrance round And drops its cones upon the ground. With asters white and purple tinged, And golden-rod, the woods are fringed, With scarlet berries peeping through Where wild grapes hang, of purple hue, And fiery fingered ivy clings, While milk-weed floats on downy wings. The crickets chirp and insects hum, For glorious Autumn now has come.
In a seaport town in the late 19th-century Pacific Northwest, a group of friends find themselves drawn together —by chance, by love, and by the marvelous changes their world is undergoing. In the process, they learn that the family we choose can be just as important as the ones we're born into. Join their adventures in The Tales of Chetzemoka