Maybe it’s because of the coming of Halloween, one of my favorite holidays, or my birth month, November, or maybe because it’s the change of foliage, but since I was a kid I’ve liked autumn best. Oh, I miss the summer sometimes. I enjoy going to the beach, time to travel, and more free time, but I prefer the cooler temps and the feel of autumn. While I never liked raking leaves, I do enjoy walking through the nature trails under a canopy of golden, rust, and brown leaves. I enjoy the sight of pumpkins, mum, and baskets of squash at the countryside stands or nearby nurseries. Thoughts flick back to hay rides, pumpkin and apple picking with my family, and viewing a Harvest moon light the night sky. Speaking of harvest time, I remember going as a youth to a place called Delicious Orchards, a farm and grocery outlet in Colts Neck, New Jersey, a long time ago with my maternal grandmother who loved to buy tons of potatoes, fresh-baked pies, and other produce. Before we left, we bought hot apple cider and apple cider doughnuts. The place still exists as do others like it. Although many towns and cities now have farmer’s market days, I think it’s wonderful to be able to go out into the countryside for fresh farm goods you can either pick yourself or buy right from the farmers.
For some reason too, this time of year inspires my writing as I think about the coming of Halloween and stories I heard years ago about ghosts. My Irish grandfather enjoyed spinning a yarn or two about the ghosts back in his native County Meath, and decades later I still remember them. With cooler days ahead, I find myself wanting to both write more of my own tales and to read. My muse beckons me to both, and come November as I’ve done in the past, I hope to once again submerge myself in the task of NaNoWriMo, National Novel Writing Month. No easy feat, but it’s one I have accomplished and successfully so as I completed two novels, A Kiss Out of Time and A Dance Out of Time, in two different years.
So, with fall in the air, my muse and I will enjoy a bit of the harvest, the colorful foliage, and tales to come.