Bluebirds in October

It's a day to savor the last peaceful moments of autumn before she vanishes. 

Having learned to make friends with winter I'd say we've reached a peaceful truce. I agree not to complain and she, well she agrees to turn cold and windy and give us at least one good proper snowstorm. 

I can live with that. After all, what choice do I have except to embrace the beauty in slowing down and the joy in bundling up. 

The wood is stacked. We're ready.

Oh October, you slay me every time.

 

It's October. The heat is on, the quilts are out of storage and the dutch oven has been in use three nights in a row now. Soups, stews, roast chicken, root vegetables. As a goodbye to summer we'll make pesto from the last of the basil and dig a few volunteer potatoes for dinner. The leaves are late turning this year. That's fine by me. I hope their progress is slow and leisurely.

October is my favorite color.