Yesterday, my little one and I walked down the hill to meet Mark as he came home from work. This is something of a ritual these days, meeting him down at the gate and sticking out our thumbs (or my gams a la Claudette Colbert in
It Happened One Night) to hitch a ride back up to the cabin. We amble along, Miss Kate alternating between a boundless, uninhibited run complete with squeals of delight and enthusiasm and then the complete standstill that occurs every few seconds when she stops to dig in the dirt, stare in fascination at a pile of rocks, or pick flowers. Her world is utterly full of wonder, and my own sense of awe and gratitude increases every day just watching her.
I love this time of year. I shouldn't play favorites, but there's just something magical about autumn. I've been catching whiffs of fall in the air for quite some time now, but it's getting more and more pronounced and I couldn't be happier. I'm dreaming of crisp walks through the woods, cozy knit sweaters and hats, the Mountain State Fair, big bonfires, and yummy fall desserts like apple crisps, pumpkin pie, and all those warm, spicy sweet breads that taste so perfect with a steaming cup of coffee on the porch while gazing out at the mountains engulfed in the flaming shades of autumn leaves.
Our food is mostly put up for the winter, which leaves such a feeling of satisfaction and security. The next task is to start putting up firewood, which my dad actually started on yesterday. We have enough left over from last year to last a good little while, but will put up more anyway. Winters always stretch out longer than you think they will, but that means an even greater appreciation for spring. These are the rhthmns and rituals of our lives, living close to the land, following the seasons. All these will come in their time, but for today, late summer walks with my best girl are the most important matter at hand.
Yesterday, my little one and I walked down the hill to meet Mark as he came home from work. This is something of a ritual these days, meeting him down at the gate and sticking out our thumbs (or my gams a la Claudette Colbert in It Happened One Night) to hitch a ride back up to the cabin. We amble along, Miss Kate alternating between a boundless, uninhibited run complete with squeals of delight and enthusiasm and then the complete standstill that occurs every few seconds when she stops to dig in the dirt, stare in fascination at a pile of rocks, or pick flowers. Her world is utterly full of wonder, and my own sense of awe and gratitude increases every day just watching her.
I love this time of year. I shouldn't play favorites, but there's just something magical about autumn. I've been catching whiffs of fall in the air for quite some time now, but it's getting more and more pronounced and I couldn't be happier. I'm dreaming of crisp walks through the woods, cozy knit sweaters and hats, the Mountain State Fair, big bonfires, and yummy fall desserts like apple crisps, pumpkin pie, and all those warm, spicy sweet breads that taste so perfect with a steaming cup of coffee on the porch while gazing out at the mountains engulfed in the flaming shades of autumn leaves.
Our food is mostly put up for the winter, which leaves such a feeling of satisfaction and security. The next task is to start putting up firewood, which my dad actually started on yesterday. We have enough left over from last year to last a good little while, but will put up more anyway. Winters always stretch out longer than you think they will, but that means an even greater appreciation for spring. These are the rhthmns and rituals of our lives, living close to the land, following the seasons. All these will come in their time, but for today, late summer walks with my best girl are the most important matter at hand.
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