This is just a little Public Service Announcement for a great month. Think about it: When else can you deck the place out with kitschy witches and plump pumpkins even if some of the latter are made of plastic?When else can you string orange lights around the windows or wear a vest with black cats and full moons all over it?
You can get away with anything if you give yourself permission to quit worrying over what others might think after all. Maybe this year I’ll get one of those red sweaters for the holidays with like …. sparkles and feathers in the shape of Santa’s beard plastered onto the front, what do I care? I don’t need a date for the prom anymore! These days I hold my own proms.
I’m seriously drawn to some of these October decs. Gourds fascinate me . I could play with them all day, tossing them around and examining their lovely bumps! Stacks of hay bundled in the middle stab at my heart. Where is the old family farm?! Real pumpkins remind me of the women in a Rubens painting.
I love corn mazes where you can get truly lost without a compass.
Doughnuts still warm from the fryer.
Cider like my grandfather used to store in its barrel in the dirt-floor cellar that smelled of vinegar and bat wings only his was hard.
A year ago now I went to a farm stand where they had all these things in the company of some people who really knew how to have fun. It was just so gorgeous!
and energizing! I felt like I could carry BOTH these guys. (It’s something in the apples.)
I’d write more but it’s almost sun-up and the air looks to be as frosty outside as a windfall apple, speaking of apples. Throw on your a and meet me at the corner for a quick walk to the old elm and back!