This morning I’m finding it amusing that October is supposed to be such a spooky month.  Later in the month, on a dark night with blackened leaves swirling and an off-yellow moon I may concede the eerie factor, but this morning that world has nothing to do with October.

Blue skies, radiant sun slanting onto the world.  Acorns plunking to the ground and birds calling as they flit from tree to tree.  Misty mornings and white frost glistening on the field grass.  Trees which dress themselves in scarlet and plump pumpkins which make delicious pies.

However, these are the images of autumn, and not the specific heritage of October.  Perhaps burning embers in a dark night comes closer to the mark, but our fire last night was warm and delightful as it roasted our sausage, potatoes and carrots over coals.

And even spider webs, that old staple of Halloween–in a dark house, or deep in a thicket of trees, perhaps the spook factor exists.  But not in this glorious rendition on a sunshiny morning.