Perhaps it’s because I’m an October baby.
Perhaps it’s the sight of skinny scarecrows in their denim & flannel, standing watch over dried cornfields.
Perhaps it’s the growing darkness & thinning of the veil that lets us receive messages more clearly from those who have passed.
For all those reasons, and more, October feeds my soul. I feel a greater connection to all that is across time & space, a humble sense of awe for the beauty around me, & a quieting of my spirit.
My sister called with a very simple wish to fulfill… “We need a traditional fall experience. Fi and I will be there Friday night.” She need not say any more. I knew exactly the kind of experience they would love– a crisp, cool day on a farm.
The next morning, we parked near the farmhouse surrounded by orchards dotted with bright red apples & fields dotted with bold orange pumpkins of all sizes. A John Deere tractor, pulling a wagon, stopped so we could climb aboard & sit on hay bales as the driver took us up to the orchard.
Armed with empty bags, we jumped down & wandered among the trees, looking for apples to pick. Not all of them made it into our bags… one apple the size of a grapefruit tempted us too much. Like three Eves, we took enormous bites, letting the juice run down our wrists & soak our sleeves.
We munched leisurely & made our way to the pumpkin patch. Men & women of my generation will understand the reason why I immediately pictured Linus hugging a blue blanket, waiting patiently for the Great Pumpkin to arrive. (Secretly, I want to see him, too.) Choosing a pumpkin was difficult, for how do you choose the perfect pumpkin when they are all perfect? A young man with pruning sheers clipped the stems of our chosen pumpkins & we rolled the orbs into our arms, trying hard not to spill the bags of apples. Now we were both sticky & a bit dirty but isn’t that what it’s all about?… enjoying the moment to the fullest?
By now, our cheeks & noses were as red as our apples & it was time to go but not before my sister & niece posed for one last photo.
“I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.” LM Montgomery