October
I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers - L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables Like clockwork every year, October hits and this nostalgic beautiful ache fills my soul. I fulfill that ache by traipsing through foresty parks and searching for paths full of leaves in brilliant colours. I take photos of booted feet standing partially engulfed in the fallen leaves, snap pictures of giant Oaks and Maples so colourfully adorned, sit and breath in that first crispness of changing season. My fingers eagerly work away on sweaters, scarves and hats, while the smell of gingerbread, pumpkin and apples wafts from the oven where sweet breads and pies bake. October is my element, the month where I feel most at home.