As usual, October is whizzing by far too fast. I want to spend my time lingering over tea and going out for long walks in crisp air and then coming home to curl up in the living room in front of fires or movies with my family and cooking and knitting up a storm...
That's my ideal October. My actual October is filled with blue books and meetings and classes and commuting and hassles. It includes Saturday morning cleaning and grocery shopping and kid anxiety over assignments and ripping out a knitted gift project in order to start over. Again.
But somehow, on the weekends, I do manage to squeeze a little bit of that October magic into my life. Even if I do have to fit it around grading blue books.
Fall in New England just might be an argument for heaven.