The air smells fresh and crisp, but the underlying hint of smoke from chimneys and leaves burning give it a special flavor. The sky darkens earlier each day, the sunset glowing with reds, oranges and yellows. Squirrels rustle through the fallen leaves, searching for the nuts that will fill their larder, keeping them through the winter. The fog settles in, bringing a heavy dew that weighs down the spider webs hanging between cornstalks, fading from summer green to autumn gold. Halloween decorations start appearing, piles of pumpkins beckon from the store-fronts and candy aisles are stocked to overflowing. One evening my mom would make popcorn in the frying pan on the stove and pour a candy sauce over it. We'd slather our hands with margarine to try to avoid burning our hands as we began the task of trying to form popcorn balls before the candy hardened. The wax-paper waxed balls would be piled in the largest glass Pyrex mixing bowl we had. When we got the opportunity to eat one, the sticky, candy-covered bits of popcorn would stick to our teeth.
My birthday is a few days before Halloween. That always seemed to make Halloween be a part of my special day. Because my friends and family know how much I love this holiday, often times my gifts have a part of Halloween in them, from candles to socks to jewelry (I still have the pumpkin earrings my daughters got me so long ago. I wear them every year.) One year there was a Halloween party at a local watering hole on my birthday. I can't tell you how much fun it was to dress up on my birthday for Halloween.
When my kids were old enough, I started having Halloween parties. I would decorate around the house, but if the weather was nice, we'd be outside. We'd bob for apples, dress up in costumes and play games. One time a mom was concerned and asked me about if I did anything demonic during the parties. I almost said "well, if you don't count the goat sacrifice, no..." I mean, these were 1-5 grade kids. We were the parents that took all the kids' friends trick or treating because we let them go for as long as they wanted. We walked up and down streets in all sorts of weather, the kid's bags dragging the ground from the weight of the goodies.
I wish I could bottle the scent of fall, of Halloween, of the harvest, leaves, first rainfall and all that goes with autumn and spray it whenever I needed that feeling of comfort.
It's my time of year...
Wishing you Hope, Joy & Faith