“Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.”
I hear October arriving without checking the calendar. There are just enough leaves collecting in small drifts to make an autumn sound and just enough leaves moving around so I can look out the window and follow the progress of one leaf floating down. When leaves leave, it’s an occasion for celebration around here.
October is the start of flannel season in Northern California. Everything’s in place. Plaid shirts are in the closet. Flannel sheets are on the bed. The down comforter came out of storage and took a few turns in the dryer, fluffing up for the next few months.
Some say Spring is renewal time, but for me autumn promises everything good.
It’s not just the fragrance of pumpkin and cinnamon and nutmeg, though I will never underestimate their impact. There’s also the anticipation of fireplaces and rainstorms. I wouldn’t mind if autumn stayed around forever.