Hello October. "I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.”
―L. M. Montgomery, Anne Of Green Gables
What's your favorite tradition, activity, sighting, smell, etc of Autumn?
There, at the back of my mind, a thought nagged endlessly, like a splinter in my hand trying to work its way to the surface. What was it? My mind raced. Something was unfamiliar about the churchyard where I stood.
As I closed my eyes to think, all my childhood memories came flooding back. Of the many times I’d played red-rover in that patch of dewy green grass, or the secrets that were whispered behind that great oak tree, or the games of duck duck goose and tag played on that circle of rocks. Of filling bucketfuls of acorns as they dropped from the sky like raindrops, or the rhythm of those almost-ripe pears dancing in the wind as they hung from the small orchard of pear trees guarding one side of the churchyard.
And yet, something stood out to me as not being quite right…but what? I closed my eyes again and breathed deeply. The smell of the fresh mulch that filled the flower beds to the left and right of the front doors to the sanctuary, and the all too familiar smell of Hemlock filled my nostrils…but wait, that’s it! There was another smell that mingled with the other familiar smells…something…putrescent. I opened my eyes again, and took two large steps to where I smelt the stench coming from. I saw the black eyed Susans and the velvety violets sleeping under the moon's light, and the…wait, there was something else hiding beneath the flowers. It was...no, it couldn't be! Three fingers gently stuck out of the fresh mulch…Murder!