Fall is my favorite season. The cooler weather (not that we've had much of that yet) is a relief after the stifling heat of summer. The colors, the sense of the season all appeal to me. This fall I've been so busy writing and editing, I've not had any time for much else.
My harvest is my writing. I'm focusing on getting the stories in my head down on paper so I can share them. It's not tomatoes or corn or pumpkins. I stopped gardening years ago when my legs stopped working well. But it's still a harvest for me.
It's FALL! My favorite season and another turning point in the year. I love the cooler weather, the changing leaves, and almost everything about fall. It's a special time of year for me. I have a lot of memories from this time of year as well as a lot of meaning.
Growing up on the farm, it was all about the harvest. The growing season ending and getting the crops in for the long winter. It was also about canning, freezing, and doing other prep for our own food. Grocery store shopping was for things we couldn't grow or make ourselves.
The hearth is the symbolic heart of a home. Imagining ourselves dwelling near the hearth we become more ourselves; more human -- and humane. ~ Robert Werner
As I sit here, writing this, the rain taps at the window, the wind howling down the street, carrying with it the scent of winter and the first of the autumn leaves. The sky is fast moving and furious – low dark grey clouds set amidst a backdrop of pure white/grey.The central heating has been turned on.The apples are juicy on the trees.The starlings are flocking together. Welcome, Autumn.
My favourite season – as you may have guessed. From bright, sunny days where the sun shows the last of its strength, to watery, wind-filled days like these, it is a season of change like no other.Quick, altogether too quickly, it is over, at least the Fall is, when the leaves change and drop to the ground.After that, it seems Winter is here – only allowing Autumn a brief time of grace to shine in her beauty before all is blanketed under the dreamy cold slumber of Winter.
Ah the fermented grape. How many ways may I sing your praises? You age to sometimes sweet or paper dry perfection. So many different varietals, so little time. Since the days of ancient Greece, wine has been a heartily enjoyed fruit beverage of choice. Here's a little suggestion for the autumnal equinox: hold an old-fashioned Greek symposium. Invite a round table of your nearest and dearest and pick a good juicy topic of discussion. If you really want to get authentic, take a nod from Plato and get a spirited debate going about the different kinds of love.
Have everyone bring a different bottle of wine. Stick with the Greek theme. An excellent choice is always a fresh and sassy Roditis. Serve feta, Kalamata olives, grapes, pita bread, hummus and a couscous salad with fresh sliced cucumbers and tomatoes. Shake up a dipping dressing of yogurt and honey on the side. When the discussion has waned and perhaps people are slurring their words a bit too much to continue to debate intelligently, make a toast to Dionysus, lusty god of wine and the dance.
Erin Lale
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Erin Lale
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Erin Lale
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