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We walked October through the maze...

...to bring the harvest home.

Today is the first of October, the last month of the year (as reckoned by some calendars, including the one I elect to keep). The leaves are turning; the heat is fading; the migratory birds are moving on. The monarch butterflies have already left for their long trek down the California coast to Mexico, where they'll spend the winter on sunny beaches, dreaming of Santa Cruz. In the fields, the corn and pumpkins are coming in, along with the late-season tomatoes and the sweetest apples. The cats are putting their warmest coats on, preparing themselves for frozen nights ahead. Fall is finally here.

I am delighted beyond all measure.

I've always been an autumn girl. I love the smell of fallen leaves, the smell of rain either coming or just barely past, the smell of bonfires burning in the near distance. I love the cries of the crows as they call each other to treasure, and the mournful wail of the coyotes in the hills, singing summer to its rest. Persephone has taken off her summer dresses and hung up the apron she wears when she works her summer job—I always assume she works at an ice cream parlor, I don't know exactly why—and is making her way back to Hades, back to her husband, back to her home. The seasons are turning, and for a little while, I get to go as Persephone goes, because this time of the year...this time of the year is my home.

Many of my friends are summer girls. They like the heat and the green and the flowers everywhere. I like a lot of things about the summer—I like strawberries and lizards and the ability to walk for miles without carrying an umbrella—but summer's not my home. A few of my friends are winter girls. They like the cold and the white and the taste of frost. I like a lot of things about the winter—I like cocoa and warm blankets and the taste of peppermint in everything—but winter's not my home, either.

The first of October is always wonderful, because it's like opening a book I've read before that still manages to be different every single time. Welcome back, October. I couldn't be happier to see you.

Welcome to the fall.
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I moved to Downeast Maine so I would have seasons. I wanted four and got five. (Winter, Spring, Mud, and Autumn.) I'm particularly enthralled by Autumn here. I've never seen leaves blaze before. In the Ozarks they just turn brown and fall off.
That's fantastic.
Watching the year turn around and listening to you speak of autumn makes me realize I'm a springtime girl. Autumn is beautiful, but I crave the coming out of cold and heading into warmth of spring.

/random
That's a good thing to know about yourself!

azurelunatic

October 2 2010, 04:13:22 UTC 6 years ago Edited:  October 2 2010, 04:13:39 UTC

I adore fall. Winter, too, since that's the way the air feels during Alaskan fall.

It's wasp-stomping season. Whee!
Yay, wasp-stoming!
Speaking of October, finished "Rosemary and Rue." Awesome book. Bought the next two in the series, and also bought "Feed." :-)
Hooray!
There is an LJ community called autumn_and_fall--great photos abound.

I like the intense colors of autumn best.
They are gorgeous, it's true.
I love Fall. Pumkins and leaves in radiant colors, the turn of trees, and the first night where the chill is strong enough to make me close the windows.
My birthday is October 3rd, and maybe that's why I adore autumn.
That, and because a real honest fall season is a rarity where I live. Colorado Springs likes to KILL fall. Something about altitude and weather patterns, what it usually means is that the first snow blasts in and freezes everything before the trees have even realized summer is over.
My childhood Halloweens often revolved around a costume that could fit over a parka and snow boots, while my father followed us in the car, heat blaring for us to duck in out of the snow between houses.
But this year has been an utterly wonderful change. Warm days, cold nights, the trees are changing and the sky is that perfect blue that only comes in October. I LOVE the fall, and this year I couldn't be happier!
Go team autumn girls!
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