October is Movement
October is Migration, is Movement
October is Sparrows popping out of the dying grasses at Greig Farm. October is messy flocks of geese honking their way south. That cacophony of sound never fails to make me stop, listen, and feel like, yes, the world is not just ok, but joyous. October is masses of Blackbirds; the yo-yoing black dots look like the blue sky has been sprinkled with pepper. And October on the East Coast is, of course, leaf peeping season. Apple season. It is my favorite month.
And I “missed” most of it as I was in France visiting with my sister and her family. It felt hard to leave my favorite month but I knew that the fun on the other end would be my reward (and it was—I wrote a blog post about walking the Stevenson Trail).
But I returned on time to catch the end of the dry, clear days, to see my first Pipits tip-toeing across the fields, and celebrate the Juncos that are back for the winter. Also, to experience an October 31 where the temperature hit 80. Beautiful, strange times, and the perfect distraction from the “real world” rumbling toward election day.
