I’m not sure when I started loving October. Like many things, it was probably a collaboration. Maybe Josepha Conrad did it first and then I copycatted her. I like to do that. I owe her a phone call. I couldn’t call because it was September.
September is never as good as October, but it is not usually this bad. It is usually just shy about not being October. This year it decided to be known. Everything happened on one day and that day lasted two days. It was too fast and it took too long and I’m happy that it’s over.
This used to be part of a tree. Now it is an O. I found it on my friend Ginny’s land. Where there used to be a lot more trees.