The Witches of Eastwick

October's crinkled gold hung in her kitchen window; the big ragged leaves on her grape arbor were turning brown, from the edges in.  Off to the left, toward her bog, a little stand of birches released in a shiver of wind a handful as of bright spear -points, twinkling as they fell to the lawn.

John Updike

lifting morning fog

photo credit: L Cantor

“And above all, 
watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you 
because the greatest secrets are always hidden 
in the most unlikely places. 

Those who don't believe in magic will never find it.”

― Roald Dahl

Aunt Frances

My darling girl, when are you going to realize that being 

normal is not necessarily a virtue? 

It rather denotes a lack of courage