Our daughter Angela recently posted a quote -- I think it was from "Anne of Green Gables" -- something like -- "I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers."
My sentiments exactly. Well ... not quite. Actually, my sentiments are more like "WoooHooo!!!!" and "It's about time!!!" and "FINALLY!!!!!"
Yes, and I know I've said it before, but I love October. And, hey, what's not to love?
You've got football all over the place; the harvest is coming in; the temperatures are cooling down; the earth smells - well - earthy; the sunrises are magical and the sunsets divine; and the loose-fitting sweatshirts come out of mothballs.
The kitchen fills with the smells of baking; of hot oatmeal cookies and home made cinnamon rolls and Laura's famous snickerdoodles.
Some evenings are spent sitting around the backyard fire pit watching the flames while drinking decaf coffee and watching the stars come out one by one until, finally, they cover the deep blue skies like a blanket of sparkling diamonds.
Thoughts turn to pumpkins and shocks of fodder and the first frost and hunting season and the coming holidays and time spent with family and friends ... and home.
And I really think that's the key.
October takes me back home. Not just "home" where I grew up, or "home" where my family is, or "home" where the tombstones of my ancestors lie. October takes me to that place inside of me where I'm at peace and -- true or not -- all seems right with the world.
So, welcome back October. Sit a spell. I'll get you a cup of coffee and we can jaw about old times. You'll have to be moving on before long, and I don't want to waste a minute of our time together.