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October skies were often gray, occasionally accompanied by hefty breezes. Sometimes those skies threatened rain, but were still pleasing as each season brought its own mood that suited me perfectly. The autumn breezes caused dead leaves to rustle about, scurrying across the asphalt street and piling up along curbs of sidewalks. I watched them fall from trees, twirling in the autumn wind like multi-colored helicopter blades. October was the month of Halloween; it was a time of ghostly stories and caramel apples. Indoor fireplaces were sweet promises of indoor togetherness when the cooler months came.

The events we carry around in the suitcase of our memories are often those that stand out like bookmarks and increase sharply with age. I had an open and closed mind: it was wide open when it came to ghosts, flying saucers, or some other unexplained anomaly. It was also closed tighter than a tomb if anyone tried to offer explanations as to why these things didn’t exist. The end result: I flat out refused to accept anything that explained the unexplainable. Moving from the heat of September, to the cooler days of October wasn’t so bad; I often needed a sweatshirt, or a jacket, but if the sun was out I managed just a T-shirt. I loved staring at the reflections of telephone pole or trees in puddles. Tapping the surface with the toe of my shoe I watched them ripple and dance before my eyes.

Those were the simple joys I miss so much: the smell of woodsmoke in the air and the distant echo of birds who stayed behind to endure the winter. But on a brisk October day, when my time was free, I hung out with friends, and we spent as much time outdoors as possible. When the rain came we migrated to the warmth of our rooms for indoor games, gum, and gab. Perhaps a record spun on my record player, or maybe it was the ambient muffled noise of daytime television seeping in from under my door. I had fun indoors, but nothing could beat the breath of October, the cool breezes, and the fresh scents of a coming winter.

“Lay Lady Lay”, is a song written by Bob Dylan and originally released in 1969 on his Nashville Skyline album.  Like many of the tracks on the album, Dylan sings the song in a low croon, rather than in the high nasal singing style associated with his earlier (and eventually later) recordings.  The song has become a standard and has been covered by numerous bands and artists over the years.

“Lay Lady Lay” was originally written for the soundtrack of the movie Midnight Cowboy but wasn’t submitted in time to be included in the finished film. Joel Whitburn said instead that the song was “written for his wife Sarah Lowndes”.  In a 1971 interview for which transcripts were auctioned in 2020, Dylan said the song was written for Barbra Streisand, with Streisand later adding that Dylan wanted to sing a duet with her.

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“Ain’t No Mountain High Enough” is a song written by Nickolas Ashford & Valerie Simpson in 1966 for the Tamla label, a division of Motown. The composition was first successful as a 1967 hit single recorded by Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell, and became a hit again in 1970 when recorded by former Supremes frontwoman Diana Ross. The song became Ross’s first solo number-one hit on the Billboard Hot 100 chart and was nominated for the Grammy Award for Best Female Pop Vocal Performance.

I have a perfect circle of friends

and they suit me to a tee

not too many, not too few

just all there needs to be

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I know I can depend on them

they always have my back

which, sadly, is a quality

a lot of people lack

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They aren’t crude and they aren’t vulgar

nor hurtful, crass or mean

they are friendly, kind and genuine

and that’s how they’ve always been

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I’ve known some of them forever

at least, it feels that way

and some relationships are quite new

but, grow stronger every day

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There are those who could take lessons

from these friends I hold most dear

and learn what true friendship’s all about

for they make it pretty clear

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The Fall

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The earth becomes a canvas,

as the leaves fall all around,

of brightly painted pictures

laying on the ground

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The Autumn air is filled with scents

as the winds begin to play

The days grow short, the nights grow long

As the Summer fades away

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Before the Winter snow flies

Before holidays come to call

Let’s take some time to enjoy it

and go out and greet the Fall…
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Indian Pipe

This fascinating plant (Monotropa uniflora) is definitely one of nature’s weird wonders. Because it has no chlorophyll and doesn’t depend on photosynthesis, this ghostly white plant is able to grow in the darkest of forests. Many people refer to this strange plant as Indian pipe fungus, but it is not a fungus at all – it just looks like one. It is actually a flowering plant, and believe it or not, it is a member of the blueberry family.

Photo/Source: Nance Noel / Gardening Know How

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