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.
