…my favorite season…
…a time to settle in, and make ready for the long, cold winter that is sure to come.
It is a time to remember what is important, and what is not at all important. It is a time to appreciate all that we have, and not long for that which we don’t have (like that cast iron pheasant that I really really want. And that’s all I’m going to say about that).
We do have a lot…
Warm, wool stadium blankets.
Soft glowing fires.
Crisp, cool sunshiney afternoons.
The smell of woodsmoke in the air.
Football games. Leather footballs. The sound of the band practicing in the distance. Whistles blowing. Popcorn.
Apples. Apple butter. Apple pie. Apple bread. Anything, frankly, to do with apples.
Pumpkins. Pumpkin bread. Pumpkin pie spice.
Herringbone, houndstooth and corduroy.
Warm apple cider in cold hands. Cinnamon stick stirrers.
Pink cheeks and noses and seeing our breath in the air.
Pink and red and orange and yellow and brown trees.
Leaves that twist and flutter and sparkle against gray flannel skies.
Hot oatmeal with raisins and apples.
Cinnamon, cloves and nutmeg.
Warm suppers from hot ovens.
Evenings that darken early.
Reading together, under a blanket, by the soft, yellow light of a lamp.
The sound of leaves scuttling across the street.
The wind outside the windows.
Warm baths and fleece jammies. Fuzzy socks. Slippers.
We do have a lot.