Welcome to October in the Country!
As we settle in to my favorite month of the year, preferably under a cozy Welsh blanket (pg. 18), I’m reminded of a quote from Delia Owens’s Where the Crawdads Sing: “Autumn leaves don’t fall, they fly. They take their time and wander on this, their only chance to soar.” I love this sentiment, which inspires me to adopt the pace of the poplar leaves, happily meandering through the season as opposed to hurriedly trying to get wherever I’m going. (Because I love October so much, I sometimes harbor guilt for every second that’s not spent productively frolicking in flannel.) Or, to add to my leaf pile of metaphors, it’s a reminder to just embrace the corn maze—to let the kids lead me down the path that will definitely not…