October Days and pumpkin

Mood and days, autumn so grey are days this last week that I go inside and hide into colours on strolls in the park and the lights in the city and at home delve into stews and orange. Sweet is orange when hidden in sweet potatoes coated in spices from the east, cooked with red lentils and carrots. Carrots only orange because of its Dutch heritage and innovative thinking of those to mark the orange of the king and the sway of all of us who dance at kings day. October too is birthday month for many friends, a sister and myself, what’s in the month October that lifts the spirits than disguise at last at the very final day of the month. Trick or treat. Sparrow or lost spirit? Ghosts, wizards, spooky skeletons and dazzling children voices running up the staircase knocking at doors. Orange then again in a basket filled with clementines from Spain, dried raisins, chocolates or British famous pigs. A small calendar that travels along in all those 20 plus years around the globe is stilled in its drawings by a child, back then at a little French school my youngest explored together with her little friends the month of the year and the day that we celebrate our little friends and papas an mamas. Creative and clever, small and a parade of materials and patchwork in each page that represents one single months of the year. October turns into November in a few days. Sweetness in each month. Playing and drawing hand in hand. The pumpkin that illuminates this black paper calendar month is so sweet in its expression, sense of joy and celebration of all October people and the grand finale a parade of all we like to be, dress to be and dive without fear with a hand in a mountain of sweets and chocolate, clementines and move on to the next door. 🍊🧡