I’m not sure who the experts are in the autumn ranking field but “they” have given Fall 2011 a ranking of nine in a range of one to ten. I won’t argue. The colors began peaking the weekend of the 8th and this past weekend wasn’t too shabby either. Another rainfall with wind will most likely wash the canvas clean once again and we’ll be looking at drab winter gray. I do not like the word “dread” but it is rightly describing my emotions this season.
A birthday has come and gone and another year is quickly coming to a close. October, don’t leave us. Linger as long as you like. I love your bright brilliance. I love the smell of your damp leaves. I love your butterflies savoring the last of the nectar. I love your apples on the ground, even with the yellow jackets sucking them dry! I love the crunch of your leaves under my feet. I love the smell of black walnuts rotting on your ground. I love the smooth feel of buckeyes in my hands. I love being cold in the morning and warm in the afternoon. I love your pumpkins and your mums and gourds and your Indian corn.
The song of October plays in my heart and I do not look forward to its end.