not-quite Journaling, 20
“I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.” ~ L. M. Montgomery
much like autumn
springing before nature changes
9/23/2021: The last of this season’s tomatoes are enjoying a rain-bath. If it wasn’t so windy, I would’ve probably joined them.
season after season—
spring, summer, autumn, winter,
10/1/2021: I was born in April. And I’m rather fond of what it blooms. But my heart belongs to October.
10/3/2021: Winter and I aren’t the best of friends. Frigid temperatures do unpleasant things to my dear joints, snow buries blooms, most growing things (except evergreens, I suppose) grow dull. Sometimes, I think that it must be the reason why I love October (and Halloween!) so much. I mean, what’s not to love about a season that encourages even the dead to come out and celebrate life? Yep, I am pretty sure that without the sweet and warm jubilation October brews, my heart would turn to ice in the winter months. I know, a tad melodramatic. Blame it on winter.
- for Poets and Storytellers United--Weekly Scribblings #90: October.