Autumn is my favorite season. I awakens in me a longing for pumpkin pies and warm fires and popcorn and happy gatherings. In central Texas, saying it’s the fall means the following:
1. Temperatures that are only in the 80s and, maybe, 70s
2. Everything is green again, after the oven-baking that was our summer
These are not exactly the sorts of things one pictures when one usually thinks of autumn, but it is a blissful change for me. I imagine that I am living in New England and make up my own autumn, complete with mums blooming by the front door, pumpkin arrangements, cinnamon streusel muffins, and stew.
Where Devin and I hope to live one day; all it needs to be the perfect place is a view of the Rockies on the horizon and an open field for the viewing of sunsets and sunrises.
Another lovely aspect of fall around here is that our garden can grow again. Devin generously planted our fall garden this weekend, with tomatoes, squash, and herbs. We will begin sprouting our winter garden soon, with such lovely things as broccoli, khorabi, and cabbage; then, we will direct-seed carrots, onions, and so forth in early November. Our chickens are now laying again, after the oven-baked summer that put them on hiatus, and our bees are flying busily, giving us high hopes for a fall honey flow.
Happy fall to you!
As a very happy resident of New England, I feel confident that there is no more beautiful place to live. I made stew last week, my mums are planted and I have little gourds lined up on my front porch. You should know though, that the squirrels eat the flowers off the mums (my mums are already naked), and then they dig them up along with all the spring bulbs you plant when they are scavenging for food in the winter. They also steal the gourds or gnaw their way through the pumpkins. The deer eat anything in your sleeping gardens not covered in thorns or poisonous. The weather is beautifully cool and crisp, the leaves are magnificent, but by the time the local wildlife is done with your gardens… your yard is not. Enjoy your autumn garden!
The photo reminds me of a place called the Old Mill in Arkansas. It actually appears in the opening credits of the movie Gone With The Wind. It’s such a beautiful place.