In October I leave home, headed home. Seven hundred and forty one and a half miles lie between my yellow brick house on a hill in this city and the white farmhouse which still holds my roots and my heart. In October the leaves begin turn to flame and in the dark before the dawn I load my children into the van and set off, bound on a vagabond journey back to where I began.
As we drive across the green rolling hills of Ohio as they begin to turn golden, we read this poem:
There is something in the autumn that is native to my blood-
Touch of manner, hint of mood;
And my heart is like a rhyme,
With the yellow and the crimson and the purple keeping time.
The scarlet of the maples can shake me like a cry
Of bugles going by.
And my lonely spirit thrills
To see the smoke of asters like a frost upon the hills.
There is something in October sets the gypsy blood astir;
We must rise and follow her,
When from every hill of flame
She calls and calls each vagabond by name.
-Carman Bliss 1861-1929
The Feast of the Guardian Angels and Colleen’s birthday make the 2nd of October a special day to celebrate. If Colleen were here, I would bake her an ugly cake….but she’s not, SO I will make my post as a tribute to her today. Gosh, how I do miss that special sister of mine!
When I was in Russia, Colleen sent me the photo below. She had it taken on Christmas Eve and the reason that her hands are up as they are is because she is pretending that I am on one side of her and Kate is on the other, like in past years.
Last year on Colleen’s birthday, she was the star of her high schools’ production of Oklahoma. At that time Kate was home for the week. We were able to go shopping to buy Colleen running gear and these stellar boots that she modeled in a broken down produce wagon that my cousin made.
Lovely right? Yup, this girl should be a model. She looks gorgeous in pictures. Heck, she can even model Wisconsin winter wear, complete with a little duct tape.
Instead of loading 20 photos of my pretty sister, I will just end here with the words: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Leanie! I miss you, Clare misses you, but we are super happy that you jumped into the river of life-
And that you are running with it: