“October. This is one of the peculiarly dangerous months to speculate in stocks in. The others are July, January, September, April, November, May, March, June, December, August, and February.”– Mark Twain
As I write this, it’s a lazy, late summer, Sunday afternoon here in Portugal. After many months of lengthy road and plane travel, and huge changes in our personal and professional lives, I welcome the inevitable and palpable shift of seasons. This past week there’s been a chill in the morning air, as crisp leaves swoop down from the trees, landing and dancing in circles at my feet when I step outside. Mr. Scarecrow, who’s been around for decades, will soon be outdoors too, presiding over pumpkins by the front gate.
Fall means back to school. (Call me crazy, but for some reason, my heart beats a little faster when I see gigantic displays of notebooks and backpacks in Staples or the supermarket. Okay, maybe I am crazy–just a little.) It means trading filmy sundresses for sweaters and boots.
Sadly, this October also means the first anniversary of losing our beloved best buddy ever, Carson.
The season also means I will again visit my daughters and grandchildren, a bonus of my biannual speaking engagements (the other being in springtime) in the U. S. at International Living conferences. October also is often when I meet with kindred spirits at the Florida Writers Association’s annual conference, guaranteed to rev me up with the latest in the literary world. Here I am last year with Linda Fairstein, best-selling author of the Alexandra Cooper crime series.
What’s your take on autumn? Is it fond, like that of Albert Camus who wrote, “Autumn is a second spring when every leaf’s a flower” or is it hard for you to let go of picnics, vacations at the beach, and backyard barbecues? Your turn to chime in.