“In heaven it is always autumn,” wrote the poet John Donne. But for these Victorians autumn is NOT paradise.
Raking Leaves Makes You Melancholy
You Exchange Sewing for Sowing
There’s Only So Long You Can Flirt With A Red Maple
You Want Coins But Get Acorns
The Chill Is Making Your Back Ache
And That Mist Is Doing Nothing For Your Tuberculosis
The characters in Jane Eyre Gets Real by Annabelle Troy hope you have a happy fall