I can feel it coming, feel it peeking around the corner; I can sense that it's wearing a mischievous grin and has gleaming eyes. The wind gusts start the leaves chattering, "it's coming" they whisper loudly. Every insect screams a late summer song, while nights become colder, and geese direct their gaggle arrowing towards the South. That season of change is almost upon us as we think about grabbing a jacket.
If you cannot surmise by the above messy description, fall is coming. I much prefer that announcement over the oft quoted " Winter is coming." Traditionally Autumn is a season of plenty, the harvest gathering of summer's labors. In the past winter meant shortages of food, deep cold and dark skies.
For All the lovers of October's burst of colors, singularly beautiful skies and frosty nights,Well Come. In my heart I wish that autumn lasted longer, it seems like such a long time before it returns. So my friends enjoy this bright festival filled month of good food, good spirits and spooky fun. I'm itching to pull out the fall decor but technically it's still late summer, and I'm old enough to not want time to speed up.
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