Yesterday the trees here decided to start shedding their leaves. I think it was the aspens that started it. The maples are holding steady. They think it's just fine for the early-turning yellow-leafed trees to start dropping. The maples prefer to have the stage to themselves for their red-orange-purple show, anyway.
Besides the color show and the dropping leaves and that heady autumn scent in the air, I love October for the cooling temperatures. I also love October for the excuse to eat a caramel apple. Every year in October I treat myself to a big ole caramel apple. I wait until the weather turns cold. Last year, it never did turn cold enough. And I never got that apple. This year I am intent. I harbor caramel-apple-eating intentions. All I need is that crisp autumn day. I hear it's on the way. This. Week.
I also love October (and November) because sometimes we get a cold rain with the wind blowing a gale outside. And sometimes that happens over a weekend. And THAT gives me a fine excuse to stay in the house and sip a hot cocoa and read and nap and knit and spin and sew. A blowing gale never, ever gives me an excuse to clean the house.