I was eager to greet September this year. Anxiously waiting, and planning, and planning, and waiting. And it came, tornado-ing from it's very beginning, hitting, biting, breaking apart - left behind my very own Pompei, at my very own point of no return (and oh, on so many levels!).

And if seeing is believing, than not seeing would be... what?

And then September brought his birthday...


And then mine... I got to meet Queen, I got to build sand castles, I got to head SE on Sunset Rd on our way to the beach to see the actual sunset.

 And then October came.

And October brought Houston - my extra strength fast acting (and as I was to discover at a later time - not at all long lasting - or maybe a little?) Advil for the soul. But put a huge, hard to remove smile on my face.

 

And then Thanksgiving smelled like pumpkin pie.

And then, further in the month, October smelled like early winter, autumn leaves, apples and apple pie. Still a few days left of this October.