A yellow leaf fell
on a black dog’s back
rode for a while
then drifted on.
I love October in N.E. Ohio. It makes me think of the Dylan Thomas poem, “Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.” Yes, Dylan Thomas wrote it during the final illness of his father, but I see October as making a last brave stand against the closing of the year by going out in a blaze of glory. At least that’s true here in the north.
Everywhere I look this time of the year, the colors are rich and vibrant. At the beginning of the month the fields were filled with goldenrod and purple asters. Soon the leaves started to turn to orange, red, amber, gold, purple and burnt umber. Orange pumpkins, like round globes appeared at roadside stands, farmers’ markets and in stores. Corn stalks are gathered for decorations. Even the sky seems a more vivid blue.
I just got back from a trip to New York State with two sisters, and the friend of the one sister, who is the mother of the bride getting married. We passed through part of Ohio where we live, mostly through Pennsylvania, a short distance through New Jersey and then into New York State. We were pretty much mesmerized by the beautiful trees changing their colors although we noticed that they were late in doing so probably because there hadn’t been any killer frosts, but we still admired the forests with the trees changing colors and the trees around homes and on the hillsides.
I love the crisp autumn days with cold nights and cool mornings often warming up later in the day. And then there’s Indian summer giving me that last bit of time when I can try to finish up all those chores that should have been done by now, but I didn’t quite get around to. Now I can’t procrastinate any longer. My time is running out. Not only do I need to finish planting the rest of my exuberant purchases, but there are large clumps of daylilies to be divided and replanted and daffodils that my occasional handyman dug up as he worked to redo an overgrown garden of mine. Of course, before that can be done, I need to prepare a place for those plants to go. All the cannas and dahlias need to be dug up, stalks and leaves removed, and the roots and rhizomes cleaned, dried and packed in dried leaves or wood chips and taken to the basement for the winter. The vegetable garden needs stripped of dying vegetation and bedded down for the winter.
Fortunately, I like to rake leaves even though it does get tiring when you have as many as I do. The armfuls of leaves I fill my wheelbarrow with are fluffy light reminding me of those long- ago days of jumping in piles of them. What fun that was. Now I’m too old. It would take a very big pile to cushion my fall. I consider raking leaves my workout since I don’t go to a gym nor do I have any equipment in my home. When the leaves have dried enough, I’ll mow through them to chop them up then use them to mulch my gardens. I also have a lot of pine needles around my house which are a bigger problem because Maggie brings them in the house on her coat, and they cover the patio table and chairs and the sunroom roof. Most of those I save to mulch my blue-berry patch or woodland gardens which like the acid.
One of my favorite activities in the fall is my morning walk through the woods with Maggie. I enjoy the rustling sound of leaves as I walk through them and the smell that’s unique to fallen leaves, a mixture of a pungent earthy scent with a touch of sweetness, too. A question that I always have in the fall is how did Native Americans move silently through the woods when hunting? I can even hear my soft pawed dog moving. When I was still teaching, I gathered leaves on that walk to dry them for art projects for my students. I’m still tempted to do that because the forest floor is a mosaic of jewel-like leaves that all too soon will lose their colors and turn brown.
October also brings Halloween. It’s a fun holiday where kids and adults can dress up, play games and get treats, too. It’s a time of ghosts, skeletons, ghouls and other things that go bump in the night, but also princesses, football players, scarecrows and less fearsome trick or treaters. I enjoy seeing the Halloween decorations many people decorate their homes or yards with. Some people believe Halloween promotes witchcraft and evil. I don’t think that’s any truer than mystery writers, readers or movie viewers are more prone to murder. Halloween dispels fear of the boogey man. Once a child dons a costume and sees other children doing the same, no matter how gruesome the costume, the child begins to put many fears aside. Back before Halloween parties and parades were discontinued in schools, my students, fellow teachers and I had so much fun on that day and with the preparations that led up to it.
|She's not to sure about wearing this outfit & wig.|
I think Halloween is a fitting end for October. I used to enjoy passing out candy to the trick or treaters who came to my door, but now that I live out in the country on a busy road with no children living nearby, I no longer get those happy cute little trick or treaters. That’s okay because I always had candy left over after Halloween night was over and I don’t need to eat all those Reece’s Peanut Butter Cups I always bought – candy I love and can’t resist.
|Here's my great-granddaughter without her costume.|
What do you like about the month of October?
How do you feel about Halloween?