In Maine, this is the golden time of year, when some things end and others begin. I suppose this is true for all places that have pronounced seasons to give sharp definition to the year. In Maine in October, the air is clear and sharp, and the cool weather tugs at us, a reminder of what will be coming. As much as I love summer and warm weather, I am always taken with October and its beauty—red, yellow, orange, the glowing marshes, the mists in the morning, and the deep green of the woods punctuated by bursts of blazing color. Apples, pumpkins, soup, and pie replace peaches, salads, and grilled food.
Soon it will be too cold to eat on the patio. Soon the outside furniture will be coming in. I have already begun getting flower pots emptied and cleaned, and next week I will begin cutting back the perennials. October is here, and while austere November is just around the corner, I will put that out of my mind and revel in the colors of mid-autumn.