the fall I remember

It seems like so much happens on the weekends it’s all I can do to write about those two days all week just to catch up.  Not to say our weeks don’t have days worthy of stockpiling into my blogs memory, but it feels like more of the days with pictures and patience for recounting are tacked onto the week’s end.  So excuse me while I relay more of last weekends events.

Around here, fall is real.  In Georgia, I had to search for it.  I found it mind you, but some days it was a reach.  Leaves still drop, days turn a bit cooler, the crunch is in the forest.  But this set of shortening days is what I remember Fall feeling like.  The type of fall where every leaf you pick up is more colorful than the next.  The kind where each time I set foot in the forest I find more mushrooms and colors and the rainbow of decomposing matter is thick on the ground,  enough to rake an enormous pile under every tree.  Goldenrod screams out the last stripes of color before the world turns black and white for a while.  Chill mornings and nights give you a hint of nerves and excitement all at once for the impending stretch of weather.  (One which I hope I remember how to bare)

And a pumpkin harvest is truly one of the last harvests of the season.  And it is always celebrated in style.

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I wish you could bottle of the magic of childhood.  I remembered so vividly the importance of picking out just the right pumpkin as a child.  They had real true feelings in my mind.  The first one I glanced at was always the one I absolutely had to  pick.  No matter if it had the perfect stem or was lopped off at the base of the pumpkin.  It spoke to me, and leaving it would inevitably mean disappointing it.  Something no innocent pumpkin deserved.  Each little orange globe had its own personality.  They were more than pumpkins.

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Miles intentions on carving were based on the Tasha Tudor classic Pumpkin Moonshine.  He intended on making a regular pumpkin moonshine, a sunshine pumpkin moonshine, a little bit scary hallway pumpkin moonshine and a very scary doorway pumpkin moonshine.  Not sure how we will pull off the last two (I am still not entirely sure what he means)… but he picked out four with a mission in mind, so it will be.

This was a fall tradition I adored as a child.  I am so glad to have been back where the pumpkins reign again.  

Whats your favorite fall tradition?

a tradition to ground us

This past week, an absence in this space meant a presence of some very missed loved ones on a visit from far away.  Coming to our tiny home in the middle of nowhere must be quite the shock for most city folk.  The lack of television and convenience could be a bit disappointing I would imagine.  My hopes are always that it is a welcome calm in the midst of busy noisy days.  I think there is a good chance that just this happened for our lovely visitors.

And of course the littlest among us were beyond thrilled to spend every waking moment with their Duke and Dutchie.  

And those moment where one of the other was sleeping were surely spent dreaming up the next adventure they would ensue.

For we did have a few of them.

With family in town, and some oh so sweet moments stored snugly in our memories, the house is now quiet and quite honestly peaceful.  Of course family in town means help around the house, shared meals and laughs, adventures and sight-seeing, and playing and pretending galore.  But, at the same time it also means two little boys who are overwhelmed with love, sleep deprived and well… out of their element.

The first days back to normal can be so very sobering.  But not this time around.

This time, I thought perhaps a nice grounding tradition would be the way to bring things back together; To encourage our schedule to creep back up around us, to get use to the calm corners of creativity and play, to bring our feet back to the ground and begin our days as a threesome and sometimes (on the best of days) a foursome family.

The third annual apple smashing and the many annual cat pumpkin moonshine carving started this windy brisk day off right.  A few toasted seeds and a steaming bowl of apple sauce were just the remedies for the coming back to normalcy we needed.  I hope your autumn traditions are bringing you peace and comfort these days too.