🍂"October is the Richest of Seasons..."

What can we count on these days?

October is the richest of the seasons: the fields are cut, the granaries are full, the bins are loaded to the brim with fatness, and from the cider-press the rich brown oozings of the York Imperials run.  The bee bores to the belly of the yellowed grape, the fly gets old and fat and blue, he buzzes loud, crawls slow, creeps heavily to death on sill and ceiling, the sun goes down in blood and pollen across the bronzed and mown fields of old October.

Thomas Wolfe

If you’ve been following us for a while, you’ll know that every year at this time I hearken back to this quote by American novelist Thomas Wolfe, from his 1935 work Of Time and the River. In our part of the world, October has a special place in the wheel of the year — its nearly perfect weather, the riotous colors of changing leaves with the backdrop of perfectly blue skies, the fun and celebration of the harvest season—essentially all the iconic autumnal delights reaching a crescendo in this one spectacular month. Not only does…