It’s October. And every year around this time, my heart sings. Why? Because out of the four seasons of the year, autumn is my favorite of all. And the month of October is usually when all of my senses heighten and I celebrate fall’s arrival.
Writer L.M. Montgomery may have summed it up best for me when she wrote this line in Anne of Green Gables, “I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.”
For me, autumn is about more than pumpkin spice. Matter of fact, I don’t go rushing out to purchase all things pumpkin spice like the “in crowd” does. It seems that everyone on social media rants and raves that the best thing about fall is pumpkin spice.
Nope, I beg to differ. Pumpkin spice certainly has its place – in a freshly baked pumpkin pie or bread or even cookies and the aroma of that is scrumptious.
That delectable scent and taste of cinnamon, nutmeg, ginger, and cloves mixed in with pumpkin does tempt the nose and taste buds, but this season is about more than pumpkin spice.
It’s about warm, sunshiny days followed by cool, crisp nights.
It’s about apple picking time, the comforting feel of warm apple cider gliding down your throat, and the aroma of apples cooking in a huge kettle over an outdoor fire to make apple butter.
It’s about the distinct nutty scent of leaves and acorns wafting in the air.
It’s about those chilly mornings when you can see your breath as you exhale on your daily walk.
It’s about pulling out the warm, comfy sweaters and wrapping hand-knitted scarves around your neck.
It’s about a feast of color for the eyes, when brilliant golds, ambers, russets, maroons, and crimsons replace deciduous trees’ green leaves.
“Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all.” ~ Stanley Horowitz
It’s about the distinct odor of wood smoke as you gather around a blazing bonfire with friends and family wrapped up in blankets and inching closer and closer to the burning embers for warmth while night draws its curtain over you.
It’s about weekend jaunts to the nearby farm turned pumpkin patch to snag the best shaped pumpkins for porch decorations, or to be carved into jack-o-lanterns, or cooked and baked into a pie.
It’s about gazing upwards into a clear night sky and marveling at the brilliant display of stars and if you’re lucky, catching the sight of a falling star shooting across the firmament.
It’s about jumping for joy in an immense pile of raked leaves.
It’s about back to school buses on the road again and Friday night football games with high school bands’ melodic music and drum cadences serenading the air.
It’s about climbing aboard a tractor-drawn wagon, situating yourself on a bale of hay, and enjoying a hay ride in fresh air and glorious sunshine.
It’s about farmer fields of corn stalks turned into mazes.
t’s about fragrant walks through the woods and hearing fallen leaves crunch beneath your feet.
It’s about finding uniquely shaped gourds and Indian corn at the farmer’s market.
And it’s about celebrating 43 years of love and marriage with the man you call your best friend and partner for life.
It’s why I love autumn – the best season of all – way more than pumpkin spice.
“Fall has always been my favorite season. The time when everything bursts with its last beauty, as if nature had been saving up all year for the grand finale.”~ Lauren DeStefano