Today I love autumn mornings and the sights I see while out walking in them. I love my felt-pack boots and the way they keep my feet so warm. I love that I have socks that are guaranteed to keep my feet warm to forty below. I love that forty below is the same in Fahrenheit as it is in Celsius so I don’t need to specify, but I did anyway because it pleases me that the two scales intersect there. I love that I have only experienced forty below once or maybe twice, that it was wind chill and not the actual temperature, that I had the sense to stay out of it mostly and only went out to bring in more firewood, and that I was a tough and wiry teenager then and could take that kind of stuff. I love that in my heart I’m still a tough and wiry teenager and if forty below comes along again I have my socks and my determination. I love that when I was a teenager my dad had a couple of pairs of socks that had printing on them that said, “Good to forty below” and us kids used to go into his sock drawer and steal them when we went tobogganing or snowshoeing or camping overnight in the cooler parts of the camping season. I love that I have my own forty below socks even though no one can find any that have the guarantee printed right on the sock anymore.
Today I love homemade mango coconut oatmeal, though I confess that the chopped up mangoes came from a bag of frozen mango chunks from the grocery store, we can’t seem to grow them here. I love how much I struggle to make the porridge different every time and when I think about it, it really isn’t that big a deal, porridge is just that good no matter what good things are in it. I love that I’m contemplating apple and cinnamon for my next batch, but that will be next week.
Today I love that the Christmas baking season is coming and I’m feeling the urge to start going through my recipes and pick out the things I feel I’ve not had enough of in recent years and make sure that some of them get made by making them myself. I love that I am especially hankering for butter tart squares, there just aren’t enough of them in the world. I love that every now and then I remember that someone in my world when I was smaller used to make a walnut Christmas cake, with no fruit, that was absolutely my favorite thing to eat at Christmas, and I never knew who it was that made it and I’ve never found a recipe that came close to it, but I love the memory of it.
Today I love drinking coffee in the warmth of the living room office while I think about the sights I saw on my little walk, and warm myself up by the fire.