Tuesday, October 1: October is my bliss, my dream. Having lived in endless summer in Oman for the last two years, I’ve yearned for the onset of autumn in Virginia. I love so much about October: pumpkins, gourds, leaves the color of pomegranates and oranges, pumpkin spice lattes, jack-o-lanterns & trick-or-treaters. I love farmers markets and hay rides and corn mazes. I love driving in the Shenandoah mountains and picking apples at Stribling orchard. I love hiking through technicolor forests in the crisp cool air. I love Columbus Day, Halloween, and the birthday I share with Pablo Picasso on the 25th of the month. I love sleeping with my windows open, cuddled up under a warm comforter, my cheeks chilled by the cool. I love the change that it promises.
Over the years, whenever I have fallen in love, it’s been in October. I don’t know if that will happen this year, but at least the promise of it lingers in the air.
In an ode to my favorite month of the year, I’m going to try to take at least a picture a day of the things that I love. My work schedule is hectic beyond belief and I find it almost impossible to blog, take pictures or do anything other than work, prepare for work, mark papers and presentations, and collapse in exhaustion at the end of every weekday. But I must carve out time to enjoy my favorite month, especially since I’ve been separated from it for three long years.
Here’s my first day of my first “real” October in three years, at a stop at Whole Foods on my way to work.
I wander around the store and find this freshly baked bread. The baker behind the counter glares at me and asks if she can help. I say, no thanks, I’m just looking … and taking pictures. She says, “You need to get permission from Customer Service to take pictures here.” What??? It’s a store, for god’s sake; it’s not some museum full of priceless masterpieces. I look at her like she’s crazy; I shrug and say “No, I don’t think so!” and then I brazenly snap another picture. What is wrong with this world when people won’t allow you take simple pictures? No matter. I’m not going to let her, or anyone else, ruin my October.