It's gotten cooler -- but we're still resisting closing the windows yet. The quilts and comforters feel good at night.
In the house I'm rounding up the sea shells and various bit of summer decor and packing them away to make room for my fall treasures. Out with the ferns in vases; in with magnolia leaves. I'm working on new throw pillows in autumn hues for the living room but first a bit of fall cleaning needs to happen -- or maybe I could call all those spiderwebs my nod to Halloween . . .
Time to bring the pumpkins and winter squash up from the garden . . . to take down the tomato trellises and tidy what remains.
The barns are full of hay and John and Justin have been working on the woodpiles . . .
A flush of shitakes after the last rain caught us off guard. These are past their best but were still worth sauteeing and freezing for later use. Some went into a gravy- rich beef stew -- the first of the season and some went into the ramen noodles we had for lunch.
Now that it's cooler and the heat of the stove will feel welcome, it's time to think about wonderful soups and big pots of chili and smothered chicken. . . roasted vegetables and homemade pizza and stromboli. Maybe some pumpkin bread and and apple crisp. Homemade doughnuts come to mind -- I made some once, long ago -- perhaps it's time to try it again.
What says Autumn to you?
6 comments:
Autumn for me is less than triple digit temps. We're ready around here!
Fall is so brief in Alaska. I always come east in October to visit my old home. The apples here always say fall to me. Even more than the fall leaves.
When autumn arrives, I love the change in the angle of sunlight. Sometimes this lighting makes me notice certain details that I'd ignored during the long summer daylight hour season. Indoors and outdoors.
Natural early morning light is a better alarm clock for me than hearing those battery-driven beeps. And so...I am no longer waking up at 6.
The outdoor color scheme changes, and it's a time to add some layers to our clothing trying to forestall the necessity of actually wearing a coat.
Vicki, I could go on, but perhaps this collection will do. xo
I guess you must feel much closer to the changing seasons from your forest home than I do in my village on the edge of the city. Now I'm retired, however, I shall go and seek out autumn and truly enjoy it.
Yes we have a hint out here on the left coast. The morning air in the 50's is seems cleaner and less humid in the desert.
I'm with you about the spider webs!
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