Dinner making these days is utterly satisfying to me, going to the garden to see what is for dinner depending on what is ready for harvesting, and then, while getting it to the table having the stupendous realization that the entire meal is homegrown. Ham and Cabbage. Boiled potatoes, carrots, and onions. Canned cinnamon applesauce. Rosemary steeped vinegar.
I can't help but take a picture of it.
For my less cultured children, it is less impressive. Adele' just wants to eat it already!
Remember how I said I wasn't ready for fall? I am now. Utterly.
I light candles every day again. I love the spicy ones especially, like pumpkin or cinnamon, and almost always have sweet ones like vanilla or buttercream. yuuuuuuummmmmmmmm.
I begin to look forward to cold weather food, like ham and cabbage and hot soups for lunch every day. I start thinking about making homemade bread again (something I gave up in the heat of summer, I admit.) I crave sitting under an afghan and doing some handiwork. ANY handiwork! I haven't had time for handiwork of any kind all summer long and oh-my fingers miss it.