Fall has arived and I can breath again.  Sweet Potato and Pumpkin are on the shopping list, along with fresh peaches and pears.  Most autmns I get so inspired and this one is no exception, but I have a two year old that is in full fury.  No quiet mornings, no calm nights.  I rise like a zombie in the morning and tumble like the dead into bed at night.

I hope that I can get decorated for Halloween in a timely manor, that Thanksgiving (spent in a hotel this year) will not be a nightmare, and the Christmas will be uplifting. 

I miss the solitary falls of my single life.  I love Rick and my Boo, but I would love to spend a day quietly writing and drinking coco.  I should make some goals for myself;  not the loose weight and lower cholesterol kind, but the finish a tatted snowflake, make sweet potato casserole for no reason, or sew a wall hanging kind of goals.  My mother calls these moments "hyacinths for the soul"  I call them roses in winter.

What kinds of roses would you gather in winter? Mine will be small, but loved.  How about you?

Fallness

It is fall. I know this because all the leaves on my front tree are on the grass, the air has turned chill, and Halloween decorations are cropping up. I love fall. The tart crispness to the air permeating the soul and the feeling of mystery in the very essence of nature. That almost palpable expectation of seeing the inexplicable.

In the fall I think of "Something Wicked This Way Comes" with the Autumn People. I'd like to think that not all Autumn People are wicked. Some are just peculiar.

Fall inspires me to write more. I have so many ideas; perhaps it is the life forces being released back into the universe. As a tree turns dormant its life pours into me.

Baking also takes on a greater urgency. My goal this fall is to create a pumpkin nutmeg roll - like a cinnamon roll only better. And to keep trying to figure out the caramelized apple cheesecake. May the spirit of Fall overtake you and inspire you to new things.