October is truly one of my most favorite months. I mean, think about it. We have all the full benefits of fall, summer is a memory and winter is an expectation.
Personally, I get to celebrate my birthday in October. We all have the holidays to dream of and prepare for. Soon it will be time to cook a bird, or ham, and decorate and trim a tree.
Some of the things I like best about October is it is that it ushers in all sorts of wonderful things like winter reading, warm fuzzy sweaters, cups of tea or mugs of hot cocoa. Popcorn and glowing fireplaces. Lounging in our pajamas while snow drifts down outside the window.
But even before all that great stuff, October brings us fall colors, crunchy leaves, cool breezes and crisp apples. I can drool just thinking about caramel apples and apple cider. Pumpkin pie. Cinnamon.
However, right now all of that is taking a whole lot of imagination on my part. The thermometer on the fence reads 82 degrees. In October? It feels more like June or July than October. So I am dreaming of crisp breezes and but my sweaters are packed away and I am running about in shorts, t-shirt and bare feet–still.
Despite Mother Nature’s obvious seasonal confusion, I still love October and wait eagerly for the changing leaves and cool nights with cocoa while I plot my latest literary work-in-progress. Maybe by then I’ll be wearing slippers and long pants!