I’ve always been a fall girl, a northern girl, a Yankee. My favorite fruit is the apple, my favorite tree the sugar maple, and I live for fall foliage. I like when the weather turns, the nights turn cool, and you put the extra blankets on your bed. I love when school starts: new backpacks and notepaper and new pens.
October is when Halloween happens: perhaps the best holiday in the US calendar, where you can anything you want to be and you aren’t teased for it. I love crunching on roasted pumpkin seeds and eating all the types of gourds that come into season now: spaghetti squash, butternut, pumpkin, yum!
Fall is when I pull out my hand knit or crochet socks, sweaters and blankets, and get to cuddle into them.
I start thinking about October sometime at the end of August, and spend most of September trying to persuade people it’s almost October.
This last weekend we went apple picking – already the second venture out of the season. The first week we spent most of the time making apple sauce, this week we are making apple butter.
an apple, shiny on the tree |