October Affair

It's almost October, my favorite month of the year. I'll never understand those folks who get the love sweats for sunny, 95 -degree weather. I find that sort of day akin to a cosmic spanking--a purely unpleasant bum-hammering, really. When I moved out here, I was unmoved by the incessant griping about the rain. When you live in a temperate rain forest, it stands to follow that you and your precious Jersey hair sculptures are going to get damp, if not soaked.

I strive to create a home that is a place of warmth, comfort, and peace, but from about September 20th to around January 15th, our wee place takes on a glow not enjoyed in July or August. Because we're not outside as much and actually notice the inside surroundings, I can focus more clearly in a way that doesn't happen when the sun blanket is in town. The smell of steeping cider combined with the chilled breeze from the porch mark the fall here in lieu of the vivid changing colors on the midwest trees.

It is with a toothy smile I say, Welcome Home, October. Pull up your hood and break out the warm mittens. It's time to cozy up to Neptune and bid Apollo farewell until April...