Friday, October 2, 2020

October 🍁

There is old cemetery down the street from my house.  I have loved exploring it ever since I was a child.  I can remember roaming around in there, something I don't recommend these days, but back then I had no fear.  I would read the names, some so old and faded I could hardly make them out. There are  dates that go as far back as the 1800's.  I would imagine their lives and what happened to them.  Is their family still alive? Does anyone come to visit?  Even now, whenever I drive by it's always empty and strangely somber.  Something horror movies are made of.  

But something special happens to this place in the fall.  Come October 1st, it comes alive...which is a very strange thing to say about a cemetery, but it's true.  What's usually old and sometimes creepy, is suddenly warm and lovely.  This place is New England in the fall.  Old church yards, vibrant foliage, crunchy leaves, dappling sunlight.  It's beautiful.  

After dropping John off at school the other morning I stopped in to take a look.  I spent some time admiring the colors and taking a few good deep breaths.  It was so peaceful and the air smelled of leaves (you know the smell). 


It smelled like October.  And I loved it  🍁


  1. I absolutely love this post! I have a love for cemeteries as well, oh how I’d love to explore this one! Just beautiful!! 🎃🍂

  2. Hi! Still waiting for the leaves to change here in NewJersey! Can’t wait! I made your pumpkin spice Bundt cake this yummy!!!!! Have a great weekend!