October is my favorite month, and I say that as someone who likes all the months–even February. When I was a child, I tried to like November the most because it is my birthday month, but October wins every year (see my post from 10 years ago here). In the fall I feel nostalgic: I miss my mother and father and a growing host of others. So, there is a little sadness, but–northerner in my bones–I always feel happy about preparing for the ice and snow of winter (whether it comes or not). I have been making bread again and wandering through the beauty in my neighborhood.
Beautiful photos and thoughts. Thanks, Lynda.
Thank you, Richard!