October

Ah, October! You bewildering, beguiling, mysterious month. You dazzle me with your colors, intrigue me with your scents. You are the bridge, connecting the warm months with the cold. Your contrary nature allures me. You beckon with your sunny warmth, then confuse me with your chill, reminding me of some relationships I have known. But yet you remain my favorite month.

Apparently, we’ve had the 6th warmest October since 1871 here in the Chicago suburbs. Yesterday hovered at about 70 degrees, but today is cold, drizzly and dreary, which probably accounts for the head cold I feel coming on. Tonight, after a hot bubble bath, a “cocktail” of orange juice and a large dose of “The Closer,” I will attempt to get a good 8 hours of sleep and nip this in the bud.

I will leave you tonight with a couple stanzas from a poem, “In Hardwood Grove,” by one of the Poet Masters, Robert Frost. I love his metaphor of the leaves, that things sometimes must fall down before they can be raised up. Hmmmm......thoughts to ponder.

Before the leaves can mount again
To fill the trees with another shade,
They must go down past things coming up.
They must go down into the dark decayed.

They must be pierced by flowers and put
Beneath the feet of dancing flowers.
However it is in some other world
I know that this is the way in ours.