as we bid goodbye to october, can i just say you were beautiful, you were magical- perfect in every way. you showed us your glory, warm days, starry nights, you hung in there and kept pleasing it all felt so right. your soft winds blew past me. scarlet leaves drifted down- and carpeted the lawns- heck, pretty much the whole town. we raked and we mulched and now it's all really bare could it just be august again and time for the fair?