Monday, September 12, 2011
Can You Smell IT?
Now, anyone that knows me, or if you've been following my blog for a time know I am totally obsessed with the Fall Equinox season. There is something very interesting that happens to me during this time of the year. I don't know how or why, because certainly in this day and age we've got all modern conveniences that basically totally negate this visceral reaction that I have to the cooler temps, the color of leaves changing, the need for another blanket on the bed. The ingrained sense is this...it's time to get the hunkering down started. I have a drive to make sure there's wood split, the shelves in the pantry are full of canned goods, the sweaters and wool socks should be in good working order or mended if need be, the fall comforter needs to be hung on the line and freshened up. All these things harken back to a more basic time, don't they? But, they honestly do exist in my nature, the drive is there and starting up with full force.
As I woke this morning to work in total darkness, I noticed that first light didn't arrive in the sky until about 5:50. At the height of summer, it began getting light about 4:10 in the morning, so oh yes, the days are definitely shorter. That's sometimes a bit tough for me being the morning person that I am, I'm ready to go with first light usually. But when first light doesn't come until almost 6:00am, and I've got to be up at 4:45 to start work...that's a tough one some mornings. My internal clock pushes out too, and suddenly I should have been up earlier and now it's 5:30, messes up the whole flow of my day. I don't use an alarm clock, I've got one in my brain. It takes a little time to adjust to the fact that I need to get up in the dark rather then the light. And I've been doing this for over 40 years, you think I would have the hang of it by now!
This week's autumn preparation will include harvesting the copious apples on the trees in our current yard. They are spotty, funky in shape and multicolored, but taste great. So, I'll be saucing and for the first time trying my hand at canning my own apple juice. My boys prefer it and I figure if I can stop buying the organic kind in the plastic bottles for a while and have a few gallons preserved for them for winter, that's a win-win all the way.
Wood smoke on the air this morning...can you smell it too?
Wishing you apples and wool socks of your own, ~Peacemom