Oh! I rejoice in your spirit, your essence. The memories of things past. The warmth of good things to come. The flavors and colors and aromas you bring, like a friend whose stories never get old, whose laugh is always familiar no matter how much time has passed between visits.
Roadside pumpkin patches, a blanket of orange leaves. Homemade popcorn balls and apples dipped in melted caramel. The smell of white gold during harvest.
Let’s do a moon dance ‘neath the cover of October skies.
I’ve been waiting for you, October. Waiting for the wonderment and reassurance and remembrances you bring.
Baptize me with your goodness.
Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.
Van Morrison, Moondance