It’s that most wickedly wistful of months, the one you step into only to find yourself knee deep in some sort of nostalgia or yearning—maybe for something you used to have; maybe for something you’ve yet to have.
It’s the month in these parts when you’re reminded what orange and blue can be together, and something akin to belief tells you they were meant to be.
It’s the month I had to drop my outdoor wedding into.
But the O of October—and so much of October here is oh, oh, oh—the O of October is like the low branch of a tree begging you to climb into it. If your legs and arms can vault and steady you into position, you can swing one leg over, steady yourself. You can lean back into O’s curve for a seasonal spoon. Surely, once balanced, I will dangle one leg off the side and set it swinging. Maybe I’ll remember to wear a straw hat and bring a piece of wheat to chew on. Together O and I will become a 19th-century decorative initial, a delicious drop cap.
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6 comments:
Beautifully written.
Ah that's lissome and graceful. they are certainly worth waiting for.
Like a drop cap in an Arthur
Rackham book.....here it's o for 'ough' it was 33 degrees on Sunday, and it's only a month into Spring ans how unfair to dread summer> I would take your winter anytime..... of course October is a most auspicious month otherwise.....
Oh, how lovely.
What are you yearning or nostalgic for this particular October?
What a lovely post. There is something about October that makes me yearn -- it gives me a back-to-school feeling. For me, this time of year is really the New Year.
Glad I found your blog.
Birthday month, love this time of year. Was up your way this weekend being a knitting dork and was totally floored by how knee deep in fall it was. Here in STL it is all green and brown and *sigh*
Thanks everyone—at the moment in a hurry, but H—probably yearning and nostalgia for time, freedom, being outside, or just the change that used to come with each school year, as who she she said...and B, glad you made it to this neck of the woods. We had a gorgeous, if oddly warm, fall, but the leaves lasted longer. I hope knitting dorkhood was fantastic that weekend.
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