Autumn is finally here! Or so it feels in my garden today.
The sky is grey, the air is cool, there is a rumor of rain in the air, which those of us here in California are aching for.
Just the smell of moisture through a window screen can take me instantly back to highschool nights listening to the rain on the Texas roof with Mantovani on the stereo. (Oh, God , am I dating myself here!~)
I find it fascinating how smells go directly to the memory closet in the brain.(My favorite nostalgic smells…sun dried towels, freshly mown lawn and gasoline. Hello , chidlhood!)
October is memory time to me… the lovely, bittersweet promise of fire in the fireplace, sweaters, PIE of ANY kind, holidays of every hue. And maybe it resonates even more these days, as I look at the calendar of my life, with so many pages gone. How did THAT happen????
And much to look forward to…my first concerts in almost two years! I am practicing how to walk in heels and sing above middle C. (Covid did bring out the Talullah Bankhead in my vocal chords.)
You can’t beat Autumn in my book.
In honor of the season, this month’s song is one I wrote with my dear pal and Jazz GENIUS Roger Kellaway quite a while back.
It’s called AUTUMN IS MY TIME OF YEAR.
Definitely time to let THIS baby out of the closet.
So I wish you the mellowest and healthiest possible October.
Hot cider hugs and caramel apple kisses…Amanda