I'm slicing with the Two Writing Teachers community today. It's always a pleasure to read what everyone writes about their lives.
Listen, the wind is rising and the air is wild with leaves. We have had our summer evenings, now for October Eves.
The words are by Humbert Wolfe, but really thanks to Ramona B. at Pleasures From The Page! Ramona shared a picture of this quote on a sign at her favorite indie bookstore. I couldn't help it, I had to share it again because the air today really was "wild with leaves", and I loved working in the garden, cutting back flowers, mowing, raking leaves. No, they didn't all blow away!
October fills me with delight. It's supposed to be colder tomorrow, and I have thoughts of soups and crock pot stews, hot crisp, buttered bread, apple and pumpkin pies, and my cuddly, cuddly comforter. My only regret is that in my new home I don't have a fireplace. In the old one, we had a stove insert and it could heat the whole house, was really wonderful. I miss having fires on cold days and evenings.
In the fall, as a child, we did sometimes roast marshmallows in another kind of fire pit built for safety, but really it was simply a campfire in the backyard. I remember fall times when leaves were raked into the ditches and burned. Now we have side inlets that carry the water to storm drains, but then we had ditches in my small town. There was that smoky smell much of the autumn. I imagine we wouldn't like it today, but then it was something that made a memory. October is a good place to be right now, for cooking and finding beauty and for memories.