I can smell it. The best month of the year has nearly passed, and I can smell the sun on the maple leaves, the bonfires, the cider and donuts, the sharp freshness of cut pumpkin...
Ten things that make this the best month of the year, as agreed upon by everyone I talk to:
So, there you are. Ten out of hundreds of reasons why I love this month. I am clinging to it hard this year, helping to stave off the clutching despair of last winter. I love the dying light. Let's all go read Keats and Shelley and stomp around in swirling cloaks, and let's tell some really good ghost stories.
Sara is a storyteller, writer, artist, teacher, wife, mother, and singer living in Minnesota. I write about storytelling, and about living a life with stories.