October

is my favorite month.

I love the colors of the trees.


I love the crisp mornings that beckon for a fire on the hearth.

I love the azure blue of the sky when the sun is shining.

I love the rainy, windswept days when all that's called for is a pot of tea and a good book.


I love the quickening pace of preparation for the coming freeze.

I love that my favorite band has a song devoted to just that month and which captures its mood.

I love that most of my senses of longing, or as C.S. Lewis would call it, joy, have usually occurred in October.

October is truly a gift.