southern offerings

“Indoor plants” still happily thriving outdoors making cozy homes for little brown and green lizards

Collections of seeds and shells and other love that mother earth lay down in our stomping grounds

branch creatures

tender-hearted brothers…  “When you are a big huge man you will be able to pick your own stickers off your sweater”, (said in a deep three-year old man voice of course)…

Kale chips and honey roasted peanuts courtesy of an amazing co-op right down that road

Jerusalem artichokes harvested.  While neither from Jerusalem nor artichokes they as are confusing as they are delicious.  Sunchokes!  

This time of year, when the weather turns and the days are short, often rainy and always crisp, I can’t help but feel a general pang of homesickness.  It seems as though around each corner there is something to reminisce over.  Something to bring me back to the ease of life near by to family.

With Thanksgiving on the forefront, I have to keep my chin up, for this year it will be spent down here with us four hillbillies, a few cats, a surprisingly tiny dog, and of course those squawking ladies who so kindly give up their eggs each afternoon.  There has been talk of joining kind friends, there has been hopes for a camping trip, and of course there is much discussion of pies and cobblers and betties and crisps and pandowdy’s….

Surely I have spent many a fourth thursday’s in November with out the familiar rhythm of my childhood thanksgiving, but with the boys getting “bigger” and my heart growing with them- Well? I just wanna go home…

The gifts of a warmish southern autumn will keep on giving I am sure.  And I cross my heart, hope to die, stick a needle in my eye will notice and enjoy all I can.  But a little piece of me will be dreaming of the cold ocean sounds, the crunch of a maple leaf, the convenience of best friends next door, and of course my Mama’s Apple Pie.  You just can’t replicate that.  No matter how hard I try.

Thanksgiving attire and a whole lotta fun

 Giving Thanks

My fantastic friend has loaned me her sewing machine (while my old singer is a work horse it only has the capabilities of forward and backward) so I have been zigging and zagging all over the place.  These shirts were a cinch to make and very rewarding.

To express gratitude for the life I have in words on this silly blog would be impossible.  Although I may gripe about the here and now, I cherish each moment on my path.  

Please don’t judge me for the dirty carpet.  I rent.

When traveling to my hometown at the end of this week, despite the long drive, I will keep in mind how wonderful it will be to be amongst family for this celebration.  Do you know it has been over 5 years since I have spent a Thanksgiving at my folks house?  This is long overdue for it is the favorite holiday in my family.  My father will be baking up a storm and mother will be denying that she enjoys it.  The garage will be chock full of greenery and ladies and men enter empty-handed and leave with a wreath of fresh Christmas joy.  The air will be crisp, the garden put to sleep, and the cats will maybe even be coming in to snuggle at night.

This much-needed break from the hustle and bustle of everyday life will not be taken for granted.  And what a hustle it has been lately!  I have been attempting to make every gift possible this year for all those on our list.  And oh my, it is not an easy task!  But, it is quite an enjoyable one. No putting your reading glasses on!  This list is top-secret 😉

Away from the duties of constant laundry, bills, etc. (not that we won’t help out around the house but it’s somehow easier when it’s not your own!), we will take full advantage of the wide open spaces our little avenue brings us.

Giving so much thanks this time of year.