October is almost gone, which is sad in a way. Not that it hasn’t been beautiful. I love October skies when they are so perfectly blue and clear, the perfect backdrop for the changing leaves. We have a maple in our front yard that turns a bright orange every fall. One day when I was outside working, I captured a beautiful picture of both the sky and the colorful leaves.
The changing leaves often bring with them memories of long-ago autumns. When I was a child, one of the most fun activities of fall was jumping into piles of dead leaves that my mother had raked up. We had many, many maples in the yard at the house where I was raised, and fall always resulted in a great deal of work getting the leaves up.
Other fall memories revolve around the smell of burning leaves. Those were the days when people didn’t have to worry about burn permits. We just raked our leaves into the driveway (which was gravel) and set them on fire. I can almost smell that odor floating on the crisp fall air, a fragrance that heralded the changing of the seasons.
Yes, October is almost gone. Halloween is only a couple of days away, and Thanksgiving will be here in less than a month. Goodbye October. I’ll miss you.