October…for me brings to mind many things. It seems that the sun hits a reminiscent angel in the sky that rushes to mind memories of autumns past. The leaves of crimson and maize and burnt orange splash across the landscape as God paints with divine flair and beauty.
October has a smell that immediately brings to mind damp leaves and burning logs in open fires.
There is a sound to the month, the sound of crunching leaves underneath our feet and the piles jumped into by young children again and again.
This king of months brings to mind trips to Adrian’s apple orchard and the smell of apples and cider. The taste of the first Jonathans of the year, with their red-green sheen and their hard-apple crunch. The tartness is exquisite.
There is a crispness to the air, a quality found only in October. Not too hot and not too cold, but just right. The wind blows and touches the leaves making the yard sound like the sound of rushing water.
Sweatshirts and jeans are the dress of the day and all of it just makes you want to get out, get out and see and smell and listen and taste and touch, filling the five senses with exhilaration like no other time of year. It is almost sensory overload!
At the end of the month, Knock-Knock-Night, All Hallows Eve! A slight breeze rustles the leaves of Maple and Oak and Beech. The sun has settled in for a long night’s sleep and the moon dances in and out of the clouds. Pumpkins everywhere are carved to perfection, their smiling faces flicker in shadow and light. Kids run from house to house asking for tricks or treats hoping for the later, but having fun with the former. Witches and clowns, goblins and ghouls fill the night. As sweets are passed from hand to jack-o-lantern and sack and pillow case.
All of this is October, a month that is spectacular to say the least.
The Friar
