Reasons for loving October

 

Yesterday, I was musing (and whining just a bit) about sad Octobers, but I was reminded yesterday evening why I love the month. 

Nearing the end of a brisk and beautiful day, so I took some brisk steps down the hill, where I was reminded that, although Victoria can't match the autumn palette in Hades, we don't do too shabbily in fall colours.

And our autumn lasts longer than two weeks.

As I headed back up the hill, I saw and heard something I haven't heard for over two years:  musicians at one of the coffee houses.

Stuck like a dope with a thing called hope.

June will change her tune in restless walks

Out at 9 am to walk down the long hill via Linden Avenue. I'll miss going by this route on a regular basis.

I'm brought to a standstill by these. I don't know what they are; Demeter would. They are buzzing with bees and fluttering with butterflies - none of which hang around for a photograph.

Never mind, I know that they're there, and, perhaps foolishly, they give me hope for the planet.

Please don't tell me differently.