Fall is such a great time of year. I love all the colors that the plants turn creating a scene straight from a Thomas Kinkade painting. It is softer to the eye, crisper in feel and sound and a more relaxed time of the year. We start to turn our attention away from the hustle and bustle of long summer days, cramming in everything we can, to creating our homestead as we prepare for holidays and bundling up. It’s also a nostalgic time, at least for me. Fall was my dad’s favorite time of year. Fall always reminds me of him. He was a “bird hunter” so it meant long rides through dense forest areas to reach the meadows in search of pheasant. It was especially surprising when he slammed on the brakes and my mom and him jumped out with their rifles when they spotted one. That was a long time ago. I did not inherit the “hunter” gene. I instead, looked out the windows at all the beautiful surroundings and if I had time I would get out and “hunt” for wildlife to watch in amusement. The sound of crackling leaves beneath my feet and the wetness of the plants around me would always make me shiver. I thought it was amazing then and especially now. I know why my dad loved this season.
Then there is Halloween! Halloween was always so much fun as a kid but it is 100 times more fun as an adult! With 4 kids of my own, 3 nephews, friends and family and their kids, all coming to my house on Halloween, it was never uneventful. Every year we would make the kids all take a picture together before heading out. Every year, someone was not happy with another member of this pose’. The pictures were snapped despite the grimacing face wearing the Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz costume. We laugh to this day about that particular photo because I was the yearbook editor/coordinator for the elementary school my twins attended and I had given the librarian the SD card with pictures from the schools Halloween activities for the 6th-grade student editors to create pages for the yearbook. I did not look at those pages before turning them in for production. Yearbook day arrived, I took them to the school to hand out to the kids and went about my day. When I got home from work that evening, I was met by a very unhappy “Dorothy”. My Halloween photos of our family and friends’ kids were on that SD card and not just once, but twice, had been chosen by the young editors as part of their collage of photos in the center of the yearbook. Yep, right there in the middle of the yearbook was a very upset Meagan with a major pout, arms folded in defiance and a tear on her cheek for everyone to see x 2. I tried very hard not to laugh and to apologize but with her 3 other siblings belly laughing, I broke and we are still laughing, her included. Oh, how I miss taking the kids trick or treating. I miss them running after each other, trying to keep up with the oldest child of the pack, us adults walking, talking and laughing with each other while trying to keep up with the kids and one of us yelling (mainly me), "Slow Down! You’re going to... and before the words left our lips, one of the kids would do an epic face plant resulting in a garage sale explosion of shoes, costume accessories and candy...fall!" Awwhhhh, the memories……Happy October!