~ A Vagabond Song ~ "There is something in October sets the gypsy blood astir..."

Gypsy Women of France during the mid-war period.

(found at : http://www.greekhelsinki.gr/bhr/english/special_issues/rom_linguist.html)

~ A Vagabond Song ~

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 purple and the crimson keeping time.
The scarlet of the maples can shake me like a cry	5
Of bugles going by.
And my lonely spirit thrills
To see the frosty asters like a smoke upon the hills.
There is something in October sets the gypsy blood astir;
We must rise and follow her,	10
When from every hill of flame
She calls and calls each vagabond by name.

by ~ Bliss Carman


Sir Alfred James Munnings, P.R.A., R.W.S., (1878-1959) 

~ Horses and Gypsy Caravan ~
"There is, something about October sets the gypsy blood astir...".  


My last venture outside yesterday was a gift of nature.  A dusty mauve and smoky blue sunset.  The sun set on the horizon framed by the shinning lake, large oak tree silhouettes, and glittering lights of home.


October means a season change, cool weather, and desire for comfort foods.  Autumn awakens my spirit.   I want to bake apple cake.  Whip up a good  pan of macaroni and sharp cheddar cheese topped with buttered bread crumbs and bright red tomatoes.  Mmmmm. 


"The Vagabond Song" gave words to my feeling of wanderlust and craving hearth and home which calls my each October.


Seems to me I feel my ancestor's close by longing to share their stories and calling me to share a bonfire and a bowl of hot soup.  On this dark night beside the snapping bright fire it becomes easy for me to imagine I dance before this fire, arms raised and tambourine a jangle, long skirt twirling above my ankles and bracelets tinkling on my wrists.  I am a gypsy woman. 


I feel called to move beyond the city lights and visit the secret places where the animals gather for a moonlight picnics.  There is a need to let my hair down and howl at the moon.   This I dare not do in the city.

Blessings to one and all!