By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer's best of weather And autumn's best of cheer.

The woman who creates and sustains a home, and under whose hands children grow up to be strong and pure men and women, is a creator second only to God.

The wild mustard in Southern California is like that spoken of in the New Testament. . . . Its gold is as distinct a value to the eye as the nugget gold is in the pocket.

O month when they who love must love and wed.

The goldenrod is yellow, The corn is turning brown, The trees in apple orchards With fruit are bending down.

Most men call fretting a minor fault, a foible, and not a vice. There is no vice except drunkenness which can so utterly destroy the peace, the happiness of a hoe.

I know the lands are lit, with all the autumn blaze of Goldenrod.