Every year, since I was a wee babe, my mother has sung a song to me. She calls it The October Song. I looked all over for it and then realized, this is my mother’s song. There is no mp3 file on the internet. There is no children’s song book. There is only my mother. She believes she learned it in grade school.

As the recent storm approached, I took advantage of the pending rainfall and planted my newly acquired blue radish seeds (thanks Stefani!) along with other goods for winter and Thanksgiving (this year I decided to not only raise my turkey but to grow a Thanksgiving Garden, more about that later). After walking into spider webs, enjoying warm gusts of wind, and the moody lighting caused by storm clouds, I felt October had truly arrived and I wanted to hear the October Song. I decided to transcribe it with help from my husband and my mother.