october sky

 No, not the film starring Jakey Gyllen-hot (though that's nice too).

Since yesterday's post had to be brief, here's another little post to round things out. Now that we're into October, what better time to blog about, well, October!

I love October. It's tied with September for my favourite month (September = birthday month + wedding anniversary month so it gets major points too). Up here in Canada (where we have seasons, not perpetual winter as you've probably been led to believe), we celebrate Thanksgiving in early October. In fact, it's coming up this weekend. Maybe it's because I've lived here my whole life, but I couldn't imagine it any other way. The weather is almost always perfect--sunny, crisp, sweatery. Lovely. Just right for a walk in the leaves and maybe a little pumpkin picking (I also love Halloween, but more on that later in the month). The colours are vibrant and beautiful, and the smell of fallen leaves soaking up the earth is one of the most comforting scents in the world.

Cute sniffy pups are not mine. © Copyright David Crocker and licensed for reuse under this Creative Commons Licence
Yesterday, Emmeline and I went for a little stroll to the mailbox at the end of our street (as we do on the increasingly rare occasions that I have actual paper mail to send) and I found myself stopping along the way just to breathe in the air. I want to experience it while I can because I know that when the season changes again, it will be replaced by the telltale smell of snow.

Autumn isn't the only time of year that I do this. In the summer, I also tend to stop and savour the warmth, and the scent of freshly cut summer grass. In the spring, I love that smell of the earth warming up, working to nourish new life after months of being buried. I always hope that if I try to memorize what it smells like, what it feels like, I'll be able to recall it when the worst part of winter hits (the slushy, icky, dirty snow mixed with a side of seriously-spring-any-day-now part). But I know I'm never able to recall it perfectly because when the spring comes, and then the summer, it hits me with a sensation of, "Ah, yes. This. This is what it's really like." It's almost euphoric.

The smell of fall makes me feel cozy and loved. If it could be fall all year long, I'd take it. But I know fall can't exist without the other seasons so I guess I'm okay with them too :)

What do you love most about fall? The clothes? The comfort food? Or do you just want to roll around in dry leaves and take it all in like I do?