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loving:

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blue skies
living-room curtains billowing in the breeze
Molly’s book
all the color that’s springing up outside – all the fruit trees are flowering, and absolutely gorgeous!

(also, today is my dad’s 58th birthday. happy birthday, dad!)

have a lovely weekend, folks.

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bundling up

Oh, folks.  I started out by saying how I had visions of writing at least twice a week (because really, how hard could that be?).  And now it’s been a week since I last wrote.  Oh,  I disappoint myself sometimes. 

After coming off the high from the election (so, so exciting!!), I’ve been too busy coping with the recent freezing weather, preparing to hibernate, filling up on homemade soups and breads, and following John around as he cranks every floorboard heater up to the highest; so that I can then, immediately, turn it down from the breath-of-hell 7 down to the more reasonable 4, otherwise we wake up at 2 AM, all sweaty and limp from the sort of temperature that we haven’t felt the likes of since the beginning of August.  You know, the heat spell wherein all the crops shriveled up and the Earth was baked by the sun until cracks and fissures formed?  Yes.  That.   I think John was meant to live on a tropical island where the temperature never dips below 85; I, however, was destined to be cold-blooded sort who hates anything over 70, and should be making lutefisk somewhere in a shanty on the Nordic coast.

Along with the cold weather came the realization that I am in desperate need of winterish shoes.  As of this evening, I am the proud owner of these (which also support the theory that the more adorable the shoes, the more painful they are to wear), and have slipped in the kitchen no fewer than three times. I’m trying to break them in before I wear them to work – I can see myself slipping across the Italian marble tile in the lobby and breaking an ankle, before plunging down the spiral staircase. Not the best way to go, but at least my feet will look cute. (Priorities: In order.)

All this winterish air makes me sentimental and cozy. Is November 10th too early to break out the Christmas music?

P.S. I cut bangs yesterday. Proof:
bangs

Trying to get that picture also showed me how many odd expressions I make when a camera is in front of my face. Yikes!

fall is finally here!

it's here...

our new irish friend

john and our new friend, jack o’lantern (we also have “patty o’furniture” outside, but that’s another story). currently, his innards are roasting in the oven in a bit of olive oil and salt – jack’s, that is; not john’s. we’ll see how this turns out.

it’s very rainy and dark tonight; on the walk to meet john after work, the wind was picking up and some beautiful leaves were swirling down the street. my energy always quickens right before a storm, and i get very excited. hooray for interesting weather!

fall down memory lane

The perfect autumn morning...
In this part of the country, Fall, as I always knew it, doesn’t really exist. Fall, as I think of it: The freezing morning, chilly midday temperatures, the breath hanging in the air, vivid leaves surrounding you. Mornings when fog lay nestled between the hills, and mist wrapped itself around the trees in the woods. The constant need for a heavy sweater, jeans, and shoes, and always longing for something hot to drink. It always made me want to bake pumpkin bread, to build a fire in the wood-burning stoves, to settle down in a comfortable corner with a beautiful book. I always slept with my window open, just so I could smell that particular Fall smell when I woke up, and feel the chill. Those crisp mornings were my very favourite time of year; they were always so refreshing; they made me feel so alive, so vibrant.

Since moving here, I have missed Fall terribly. Here, and it’s only about 700 miles south of where I grew up, the version of Fall exists in slightly chilly mornings and high temperatures of 85, sometimes even 90. The trees are mostly still green, but when they change, they turn yellowish, then brown, and fall to the ground all dry, curled, and brittle. The cold air in the mornings triggers the old impulse to dress warmly; and I have, layers, denim jackets, scarves, tights, and long sleeves. It’s as though there’s a disconnect in my brain still, regarding this version of Fall – I’m always sweltering in the sun a few hours later when the temperature soars.

So these last few days, I’ve been living vicariously through images from my Mom; bushels of apples from their tree, sitting on the picnic table, and waiting to be made into apple crisp, cider, or sliced and frozen for future pies. Vibrant leaves coating the entire lawn, falling onto the pond, lying on the brick patio. Icy-cold mornings, woodsmoke in the air, the scent of pies, of spices, twirling through the air and making their home feel like the coziest place in Earth.

fall08 flickr favourites

fall08 favourites

I can tell summer is over just by looking at my more recent flickr favourites; the colours are gradually more subdued, the photos are more earthy.  going back even just a page on my favourites, it’s full of bright yellows, reds, greens, and blues, and mainly of things, not of people or the earth.

welcome, welcome, Fall.  how nice it is to see you again.


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