... to keep a blog blog breathing.
What I know about October is that it is always the absolute best time. Every year, good or bad, no matter what the days have brought me, I live out the month with the wonder of a child. I catch myself smiling at warmly hued, sunny rays, taking care to drag my feet a little along the sidewalk just so that I can hear a bit of crunching in the dry leaves. The colors are so brilliant, and the green freshness that so many pine for each spring is slowly dying off - and I am sooo okay with that. You might find that it is the best time of the year to try and catch up with me since I am friendlier, happier, less down in the dumps in October than I am during any other month. I am much more likely to be gracious and loving, giving even... And then, right when the fun is about to end, there's Halloween! I never did have fun dressing up and hopping from event to event, or even cruising for candy in the chill of Western New York's autumn evenings, wearing a flimsy plasticized gown or cape over layers of clothes and a puffy winter coat, but I have always loved the hint of eery, a sampling of spooky, ghouls and the like. Cobwebs decorating otherwise pristine porches, little nuggets picking out their frightful or terribly too cute costumes. I recall how charming it was to have my bedroom windows facing a small, old crumbling cemetery covered in red, yellow, and brown decaying leaves. I wonder if our neighborhood trick or treaters found it scary or just a commonplace landmark they passed every day on their walk to school.
On this first day of November, I feel like mourning a bit, and I am, but I also feel like celebrating because my second favorite time of the year is upon us - time for S N O W! (she cheers)
