Happy October!

Dear October,

I was so excited to see you today when I turned my calendar! Oh my how I have missed you. I admit that this year after almost 70 days over a hundred, I wondered if you would after all decide to come for a visit. September was a little kinder than August and July and June this year. But you October, my goodness, today you exceeded my expectations. Such a nice way to start fall. Welcome home.

When I walked out on the porch before the sun came up this morning. I could smell the difference in the breeze. The heat in the early morning was gone and I could hear the trees, beginning today with the sound of the ocean in the leaves. It was too dark to see the shimmer of the now very tired cottonwoods. The sound of the far away sound of the train whistle, the roosters crowing, the meadowlarks who have returned to their winter home to sing up the sun. My sleepy kitties thinking these cooler mornings might mean more of a warmer abode.

The windows stayed open all day. I even got cold. I never thought I would get cold again. The leaves are already falling from the front tree. Ron mows the lawn and by the time he is finished the leaves are falling more and more every day. The trees in the back are turning red already. My poor hens are molting. They always seem so ashamed to be without feathers.

I thought all weekend I would get some of my pumpkins brought in but trying to get the last of the limbs cleaned up from the windstorms has taken all of our time. I hope we don't loose any more trees that break and shatter. We have some that didn't make it this summer that will have to be cut down. I am so glad Ron grows replacements.

I am very thankful for shiny blue Octobers. The smoke from the forest fires is gone. I read the Farmers Almanac. They have us having rain every week in October. I think that would be so nice. I would say most of the time they do get it right. I can't wait to smell wood smoke from fires trapped in fireplaces, all orderly and well mannered and cold frosty air. I hope your October is off too a great start.

Have a lovely brand new week, in a brand new month.

~Kim~

“Indian summer comes gently, folds over the hills and valleys as softly as the fall of a leaf on a windless day. It is always unexpected. After a sharp cold spell, we wake one morning and look out and the very air is golden. The sky has a delicate dreamy color, and the yet unfallen leaves on the bravest trees have a secure look, as if they would never, never fall.”

 Gladys Taber---Stillmeadow Seasons.