Ode to October
How can I love one season so much? My song to Autumn—I’m smitten you’re here.
A late October day, sitting by the fire, reading. There are few things on earth closer to heaven for me than that. The smell of chimney, the apple cider steeping for this afternoon’s guests; sunshine (oh that fall light!) streaming through the windows. Wrapped in sweater and blanket. Just took some boiled peanuts out of the crock pot. Pumpkins on the table and one boiling to make a pumpkin spice cake. (Do these guests realize I’m inviting them over just for the excuse to make all this?). A trip to the mountains planned next weekend. Leaves! Colorful leaves—well, not all around, as I was going to say. It is Galicia, after all, where most trees are evergreens, which makes me appreciate the ones who turn colors even more. New tradition picked up in a new country: roasted chestnuts sold by street vendors. School is in, routine is here. How I do miss football Saturdays in my native Alabama. Cinnamon brewed in my coffee in the mornings (sounds gross, but try it!). An air of nostalgia. Crisp air making all things feel fresh. Dusk comes sooner sending us inside to rest a bit more than in the chaos of summer.
These rambling thoughts, my ode to you, October.