Tag Archives: october

welcome october, let the ‘ber months begin.

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the united states of snowfall
when will your state see its first snowfall in 2026?
this map shows when to expect it.


the cold-weather snow key
(looks like mine will be november, the next ‘ber month)

Each year, Farmers’ Almanac releases a snowfall map that shows when your region will receive snow, based on previous years’ weather patterns.

Along with a map, is a key to show which regions will see snow months before others, if at all. Each color represents a timeframe when snow usually falls in a certain area. Purple indicates the earliest snowfall, while light blue depicts late or no snowfall.

And here we find ourselves, when snow might be on the horizon, depending on where you live. Some of us can’t wait for snow, reminiscing about hot cocoa, warm blankets, fireplaces, ice skating, cozy films, snow days off school (the kids) and watching the flakes fall from the window. Others wince at the mere thought of snow and last year’s frozen streets, power outages, shoveling, snow days off school (parents), and chilly temperatures.

Still, some people really love (and depend on) the snow and the winter holidays and cold-weather activities that come with it.

Whether the possibility of snow is exciting or unwelcome, the map is not a snow guarantee, but an estimate based on yearly averages. Some states might see snow earlier than expected; others might go the entire year without any.

Here we go!

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‘one thing I love about Detroit is that in the wintertime, they have a great device for removing snow. it’s called july.’

-soupy sales, american comedian, actor, radio-tv personality, and jazz aficionado

(i grew up watching soupy here in detroit)

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source credits: logan deloye, mental floss, farmer’s almanac, getty images

’tis near.

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full october moon tonight, and something’s different

 

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“when witches go riding, and black cats are seen, the moon laughs and whispers, ‘tis near halloween.”

— author unknown

 

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art credit: Ida Rentoul Outhwaite, The Witch on her Broomstick

Illustration from The Enchanted Forest – 1921

october coming.

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september has just flown by

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“october is a symphony of permanence and change.”

-bonaro w. overstreet

 

 

 

 

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image credit: pinterest

october slipped quietly in.

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“Don’t you imagine the leaves dream now how comfortable it will be to touch the earth instead of the nothingness of the air and the endless freshets of wind? And don’t you think the trees, especially those with mossy hollows, are beginning to look for the birds that will come – six, a dozen – to sleep inside their bodies? And don’t you hear the goldenrod whispering goodbye, the everlasting being crowned with the first tuffets of snow? The pond stiffens and the white field over which the fox runs so quickly brings out its long blue shadows. The wind wags its many tails. And in the evening the piled firewood shifts a little, longing to be on its way.”

~Mary Oliver, “Song for Autumn”

 

 

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art credit: willowday flower project by gina, stockholm

brighten.

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in honor of october’s full moon and the first full moon of the 2021 autumn season
set to arrive this morning at 10:57 a.m. EDT.

octobers.

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“i’m so glad to live in a world where there are octobers.”
-l.m. montgomery
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art credit: aleksandraszmidt.com

october breathed poetry.

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October breathed poetry —
      beautiful and glowing.

 

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~Terri Guillemets, “Tenth verse,” 2018,

blackout poetry created from

Octave Mirbeau, The Diary of a Chambermaid, 1891

 

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painting credit: ‘autumn tree’, deborah mcgee, watercolor on paper

halloween is back.

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I’m there for you on halloween, and all the other days too.

 

 

 

 

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image credit: Pinterest

sunday in october.

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sunday in october

the farmer, in the pride of  sea-worn acres,

showed me his honey mill, the honey-gate.

late afternoon was busy on the land,

the sun was a warm gauzy providence.

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the honey mill, the honey-gate. and then,

near by, the bees. they came in from the fields,

the sun behind them, from the fields and trees,

like soft banners, waving from the sea.

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he told me of their thousands, their ways,

of pounds of honey in the homely apiaries.

the stores were almost full, in autumn air,

against the coming chill, and the long cold.

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he was about ready to rob them now,

the combs. he’d leave them just enough to keep them.

I thought it a rather subtle point point he made,

wishing providence would be as sure of us.

-richard eberhart

 

 

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image credit: danny1970

holding the moon in october.

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‘the winds will blow their own freshness into you,

and the storms their energy,

while cares will drop away from you like the leaves of autumn.’

-john muir

 

 

 

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image credit: Holding the Moon by Eric Houck