Like many other people whose blogs I read, October is hands down my favorite month. It is ur-Autumn for me, and as I revealed here, Autumn is the ultimate of seasons for me. Maybe because I was conceived then? I don’t know.

It’s all my favorite colors, all my favorite foods, all my favorite clothes.

It’s time to go to the beach now that the bennies have all gone home. In the fog. But that was New Jersey, the butt end of New England, not really New England but not really part of Delaware, Maryland and Virginia either. You still get all the leaves going red orange and yellow–god I miss that. And the thunderstorms. And the proper orchard experience with cider donuts, caramel and maple. And that gold, gold late afternoon light that sometimes lights up a whole tree against a stormy slate grey sky. Makes my heart ache just thinking about it.

I’m always happy and furious all at once. I’m homesick, but I really don’t know for what. And I want a thousand things all at once. I can’t stop doodling, thinking and plotting. I’m compelled to light candles and make tea all the time as I voraciously go through books and music that I just hunted down. It’s my New Year, I purge and clean and redo. I’m looking forward to October 26th when Kip and I will exchange our summer curtains for velvet winter drapes, on the day we Fall Back.

There is good wind in Portland and superior skies and the leaves do fall, though they generally go right to brown, then drop. But the flowers in most the yards around me are of autumn color, so that helps. It’s still a time of transition; I’ve always been a fan of the betwixt and between.