Packed the girls into the car for a small foraging adventure. With dirty faces, messy hair, and enchantment for whatever came. Picking crab apples as the days grow crisp and the wind bites seems so fitting for October. It’s really the most loveliest of months.
…O hushed October morning mild,
Begin the hours of this day slow.
Make the day seem to us less brief.
Hearts not averse to being beguiled,
Beguile us in the way you know.
Release one leaf at break of day;
At noon release another leaf;
One from our trees, one far away.
Retard the sun with gentle mist;
Enchant the land with amethyst.