Happy October, folks!
Now’s the time for pumpkin carving, apple picking, fallen leaves, and haunted houses. A breath of autumn chills the air, forests turn to livid splashes of color…
That’s how it should be. But it’s not.
I moved to L.A. over the summer, and… well, it’s basically still summer. Today, the first day of October, we’ll be hitting 100 degrees over here in southern California, a time for tank tops and air conditioning and sunscreen. Much as I love the consistent weather here, this is not how it’s supposed to be. Fall is supposed to be the way I described it above, crisp and spiced and cool.
The Midwest is perhaps the perfect location for the fall, where the season progresses just as you would expect. The most beautiful fall colors I’ve ever seen were in Indiana; the only apple orchard I’ve been to was in Indiana; and yes, the most corn-maze-friendly spookfest (Hanna Haunted Acres) was, you guessed it, in Indiana.
So as we enter the Halloween season, and I continue to wear shorts and sit in front of the fan, let’s take this first week of October to celebrate a place that truly epitomizes the autumnal season: Indiana. There’s a lot more horror in the Hoosier state than you probably think.