Thirty days had September. and most of them had rain.
Today was cold and windy, pelting rain and the occasional wet snowflake, there was the scent of wood and coal smoke in the air and the car was filled with the aroma of fresh picked apples, homemade oat bread, and newly dug potatoes.
,with it vibrant colors shrouded in misty rain, the mysterious transition begins.
I go vacant before the splendor of fall leaves and the crystal clarity of the night sky, the magical October moon and of course there is Halloween, Samhain.