Cañon City record., 1903-10-15
OCTOBER REAL
t AND Retrospective
The Queen Month of the Calendar
The Most Poetic Season
of All the Year.


October. the Zenith of whose glories
which We, in Colorado are now exper-
fencing in weather thai can hardly be
rivalled on the Italian Riviera, in
Egypt or in the wonderous isles of the
blessed" is the only month that re-
tains the name 1t bore in the primative
Roman Calendar.
Dramatically, agiiculturally, and in
many other ways October may be con-
sidered as the quint-ssencs of all that
is hest and most beautiful in the other
months which combine to round out
the year. 1t is the time offruition and
harvest. 1t is the season par excel
lence for artists, but the most skillful
of them find their ingenuity sorely
taxed to reproduce on their canvasses
the varied. Kaleidoscope and delicate
tints Of color and texture of embroid-
cry 50 lavishly displayed in the land
scape. whether it be one OF mountain
or plain.
ness October has swept across the
threshold. and stands gracefully with
in the circle Of our lives Above the
russet of her head, is a canopy Of
matchlees blue haloed about her shin
ing crest il the beautiful. dreamy In
dian summer of the novelist; about her
girdle enveioping her richly colored
gown. are the deeply painted autumn
flowers and the million-hued foliage of
all the vegetable kingdom; at her feet
there is being woven The noisy carpet
of dead leaves. .slA4eAs- 80 ts+ $40
Down the long avenues of overhang
ing trees along the streets and road
ways. thar mingles, like gentle mist
the filmy blue haze of the atmosphere,
envelopinR the frost-bitten russ~t foli-
aye. Be-pangling thisdreamy picture
are sh.tter.d shafts OF pure gold. thai
Dash in and paint . wilderness Of rich
hues upon the myriad colored leaves,
through which the rays of the autumn
nal sunshine trickle through in broken
lights.
Far away, into the heart OF the for
es6 OF fo6e6r-r15~ EUseru- u-sszsss-V4
fancy carries Us, where the purple wild
grapes hang, where the gray squirrel
breaks the solitude with his cry and
where there is the bang and bump
made by the hickory nuts as they fall
to the ground There is the rattling
down Of acorns with every gust of wind
the mast for the swine which wander
in the woods in search of food. There
is the ~hir of the lid pigeons wings
in the swaying. scorr- oaded oaks.
There are red and black haws, so de-
ligh' full a repast for the raccoon. opos-
sum and other fore-t habitues. There
are the hazel bush-s,5 bending under
loads Of delicious clustering nuts. Oh !
it all seems like dream of our boy
hood days, the halcyon time of human
life.
The fields, and orchards protrude
themselves upun the vision. The gold
en- pumpkins and variegated squashes
are lariiy sleeping ia the glorious sun
light. Red, russell and richly green
apples and pears are b. nding with their
weight, the motherly boughs of the
trees. The blue faced turnip is peep
ing from under its broad umbrella of
green The lusty cabbage and pot-toes
are being hauled from the field and
housed in pits in Mother Earth for the
winters use. In the rural country
place. and, + the plenteous light of the
silver moon. there are the jolly apple
cuttings and The rustic dance to the
inspiring music of the !" Fiddle and the
Bow
There's the squeak snd grind of the
cider press with its swarms of hot
footed, vindictive yellow jackets. "
There's the troop of romping children
on their way from school aeross the
green meadows, under the forest trees,
through the frost-bitten, rustling Wild
wood. What a wondrously beautiful
world this is in October, With all its
pain, its sufferings, its failure and
keen dissppointmen,s, yet, after all,
there is in il, so much for which we