To have been born in the glorious autumn season…how lucky can you get? Crisp dewy mornings give way to warm afternoons that turn into cool evenings. Lawns, covered with golden leaves that feel soft and cushy, then crunchy underfoot, beg to be rescued. Mow them, rake them, shuttle them over the bank, or if you catch a windless day, start a fire and burn them up.
I really should remember to thank my parents for having me in October. Mom has an October birthday too. It’s always fun to guess when the leaves will peak…on her birthday in the middle of the month or mine in the first week. This year, I think she’ll win.
The leaves were beautiful enough, and I had a great birthday last week. It started with a couple of early morning happy-birthday-phone-calls before breakfast out with a friend. I swam in the afternoon with 2 friends, went to dinner with Tom and 2 of our couple-friends, came home for dessert, chocolate cake with peanut butter frosting (my favorite…thanks Deenie). There were Facebook messages all day long, and I got lots of cards in the mail. Among my gifts is a learn-to-crochet book, hooks and yarn. I’m excited about learning to crochet… again. My mom taught me a long time ago, and I was pretty good at it, but it turns out, you’ve got to use it or lose it. I pretty much lost it, and that’s a situation I intend to remedy.