October is possibly one of my most favorite months of the year. There is finally a hint of cool on the breeze, a promise that the humid heat is at last coming to an end. The leaves of the hardwoods, maple, oak and hickory, all shades of red, yellow, orange and brown are beginning to release and scatter on the ground. Apples are ripe in the orchards, wild persimmons in the woods, adding hues of gold, red, green and orange to the cultivated and the natural. The aromas of cinnamon and pumpkin and pecan and caramel fill our home and flavor our food. Occasionally, a hint of wood smoke from an early morning fireplace “chill-breaker” or the remnants of an evening pit fire waft on the foggy morning air.
Chittering squirrels shore up their drays, spotted fawns nestle in the straw, and birds v-form in flight toward even more southern climes–all clear signs to the keen observer that winter is coming. Nature knows. I know.
But for now, it is October, finally Fall. And in this season, surrounded at the same time by the abundance of the harvest and the dying of the leaves, I prepare my nest.