Good Old October

I can say good old October, because we’re into November now. The title came to me from a preschool song I used to sing when I taught day care and nursery school.

… good old October …

when apples are juicy and sweet

and big shiny chestnuts fall down at your feet

and flowers are quietly going to sleep…

We sang the song so often. I may have sung it afterwards to my own children. I have no idea of the author, since it was a song I learned from preschool teachers in my placements, as I was learning.*

The colours of autumn are glorious and the wind can be wild when it blows leaves of the tree and down the street. A precursor to the white and silver of winter. I love to walk in the leaves and hear them crunch underfoot. And kids love to jump in a pile.

There’s a different tang in the air too. And I think of the poem “Indian Summer” (by William Wilfred Campbell) that begins with