Today I love soup day when we are apparently making all the soups, all the time, all day long. I love that we now make stock and use it up like it was always on the menu. I love that we have meals ahead in the fridge and that we are still moving forward in the kitchen with more food being made. I love that, though my head is aching, I am cheerful and happy. I love that breakfast was pancakes made from scratch with lots of love and my mother’s recipe. I love that it is a chilly autumn day on this last day of September and that there is work to be done in the outdoor air. I love that we are talking seriously of getting that new freezer and dreaming of the things we’ll make and buy to store in it. I love how good the kitchen smells. I love that the fireplace is now on and the flames are dancing cheerfully just beyond my feet as I write these words. I love that we went to the theater and saw a dramatic production of a locally written novel. I love how much local talent there is in this town. I love that we have something to do every night of this weekend and even at that there are things we will have to miss.
Today I love fleece lined jeans and heavy cotton undershirts. I love that even though I’m having to work at keeping warm, I haven’t given up on swimming in the bay again this year … not quite yet I haven’t. I love all the thoughts and memories that come crowding into my mind when I am exposed to this time of year, wet leaves and Halloween and Thanksgiving and warm breezes that still taste of October and November, the chance of snow and the chance of heat, harvesting the harder veggies, planning Christmas surprises. I love how all of that is a part of all of my life and fits right in between last summer and next spring so nicely that it seems it was made for that very purpose.
Today I love maple syrup on pancakes. I love pancakes shaped like eyeballs or footballs. I love the smell of woods and forests in autumn, love the rustle of freshly fallen leaves underfoot as I walk trails in slanting sunlight. I love this planet and its wholesome, awesome ways of weaving back and forth between the border lines drawn by summers and winters already gone by.
Today I love drinking coffee in front of the fire while I write and then get myself ready to go to do my autumn work.