Autumn has come early this year. Flowing in with September, the breezes have been chill and sharp. The rowan tree in the back of the yard is droopingly full of orange berries, the trees along the streets are just starting to tinge of gold and strew the gutters with their abandoned foliage. Twice I've heard geese fly over just after seven o'clock in the morning, and droves of sparrows are congregating on the dry grass under our windows. We've had our first frost now too, ahead of the normal schedule, causing us to wear sweaters and layers even in the house, and sometimes a hat or a scarf outside. The air is beautifully crisp though, and the clarity of the air lends a certain new perspective to our little corner here. It just occurred to me that I haven't seen this place in fall light before, and that perhaps accounts for the feeling of particular delight as I gazed up at our rooftop, trees, and sky this evening.
Ben and I were playing catch with the football, (something I always forget that I like so much until I do it again). It has a very special and familiar feeling, playing football in the fall; just as watching football does at our house.
Collecting leaves and wearing autumnal colors are a necessity at this time of year. I just finished crocheting the shawl below, in all of my favorite colors, and it has been gratefully used in the last few days. There are quite a few blankets piled on my bed too, and the weight of them when I crawl in at night has a feeling of immense comfort. Hot tea is another thing that keeps us warm these days--I love the feel of the warm mug on your fingers, and the smooth warmth down the throat--what is better?
There are plenty of things to keep us busy around here. Besides my own school, and helping out a bit with Ben's, I help keep the house in order and hopefully smelling of baked goods. These first chilly days always remind me of pumpkin chocolate-chip muffins (featured in picture number one) and of molasses cookies and other good things. As a delightful pass-time, I pulled out a great many of our fall-ish picture books and Susan Branch's Autumn, and piled them on the coffee-table for perusal whenever I get a chance. I also pulled out our huge folder of loose recipes, and leafed through them looking for proper autumnal provender. I found several, and they are now on top for a quick find when I'm feeling like a bit of cookery.