October is a celebration. I’m sure of it. I think it’s Christmas! Some governmental subcommittee, after study of their own thick reports, designated the end of December for the birth of the Lord. But they were wrong. Any fool can see that Christmas is in October. God furnishes the decorations, the refreshments, cleans up the sky, hangs out the harvest moon and announces that it’s party time.

The trees change their clothes and put on the brightest style show ever. They stand in all their majesty, changing color minute by minute through the sunny days, then blend with sunsets that no painter can capture. Can this gigantic ball on the horizon like a giant orange balloon really be the moon?

And the party food! Red and yellow apples hang on the trees bursting their skins with juice. Fat pumpkins and melons lie warm in the sun, waiting to be tapped.  Ears of corn, too heavy for their stalks, hang down and wait. Red tomatoes are ripe and ready, as well as every other manner of fruit and vegetable. Even the summer flowers show their best color.

Add to all the atmosphere, a trip to the cider mill for cider and warm donuts; an Indian Pow Wow with fry bread and dancing; a pumpkin party for children; and a big pile of dry leaves to jump into.  It’s October! It’s Christmas! Come to the party!