A beautiful month

I had several errands today. The land taxes are due, and I needed to check out the stage where we're playing Friday evening.
The weather was fall-ecious today so I turned off the A/C, and rolled down the window to let the wind

blow through what's left of my hair.
I decided to run by the Riverside Fly Shop to buy some more flies.
Mr. Big Honkin' Trout that I wrote about a few days ago, broke my line and I lost my favorite fly.
The owner gave me some recommendations for additions to my fly box.
It was all I could do to keep from sweeping my arm expansively and telling the owner that I'd take one of each in this area.
I kept the plastic in my wallet, plumped down a few bucks for the new flies and I was on my way.
As I crossed the bridge over the Sipsey Fork of the Warrior River, I looked out the window and saw the sun playing the field of goldenrods and pine like a symphony.
That was quite a feat as you can tell by the cloud cover in the photograph.
As it happens, my timing was perfect.
Is October a beautiful month or what?