Monday, November 2, 2015

Turning Inward

I have a confession.  I love this time of year.  I love setting the clocks back an hour.  I love calling my children inside at dusk for baths and dinner - rather than having to call them inside while the sun is still up.  I love the extra darkness.  The draw towards cozy blankets, candlelight, and comfort foods.  I love the cooler temperatures, the need to draw inward - into our homes, into the comfort of family and friends. 

We spend so much of our time outside in the warmer months.  Around this time of year I start to get the itch for cold weather.  I relish the cooler temperatures and a new found desire to spend time indoors.  Long forgotten toys resurface - all the toys and hobbies I considered parting with suddenly find new life in our home. 

Soup returns to our weekly menu.  Monday is soup day in our house.  After months of salads for dinner on Mondays, soup is a welcome change.  This time of year leaves me longing to be a better gardener next year, so I can feel the shift in our diet that much more.  I long for the days when I will be a proficient enough that our diet in the warmer months will consist of mostly produce we grew ourselves.  I romanticize about shifting from fresh food we grew, to stored/preserved food we grew.

And perhaps one of the coziest ways for me to welcome this season is with a renewed love for baking.  It is this time of year that I get back to bread baking - forgetting it's not that I've given up baking for good, just for a the summer season.  There is something so nostalgic about the smell of the molasses and sprinkle of cinnamon, the yeasty smell while kneading and the rising, and the mouth watering aroma of baking bread.  And yet, as much as I love it, I just can't get excited about it in the summer.

I've been baking bread for four years now.  Every time I make my "tried and true" weekly bread, I reminisce on the hectic season our family was in when I first starting making bread for us.  I was just beginning my first (failed) attempt at graduate school, the kids were both toddlers, and we were in the midst of learning how to make and eat real food.  I remember the dim light of the kitchen in the evening as I finally made my first successful loaves of bread.  I would get so frustrated with how small that kitchen was, but now thanks to the filter of time, I enjoy thinking back on how busy that little space was and all the love that flowed from it.

So, as the days grow shorter and the temperatures grow cooler (soon, hopefully!), I hope you too find excitement in the warm comforts of this time of year.

Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Apple Picking!

Around here, we love to eat our way through the seasons.  Berries, apples, pumpkins - all of it!  Add to that, my preschool class spent several weeks discussing apples and apple trees.  So naturally, when my mom told me there was a new orchard open close to us, we had to go.

We picked a perfect fall day to go!  The warm weather really seems to be hanging around this September, but the day we picked apples the temps dropped and it was invigorating.  I love those cool temperatures this time of year.


Apples are just beautiful to view on the trees.

The orchard we went to is a young one.  I believe the trees are only four or five years old.  They are dwarf trees - perfect for the kids!

Apple picking cutie pie.

Two apple picking cutie pies.

These two ate their way through the orchard.  It was a lot of fun to try all the different types.  I think we ended up with ten or eleven different varieties and 31 pounds of apples!  Trust me, we've been creative with how to consume all those apples before they go bad.  We've had apple crisp, apple muffins, apple sauce, and apples with lunch every single day.  Now that we're almost out, I'm wondering if we can get in another trip before the end of the season!


We live in a beautiful place.

Stunning.  Just stunning.

Monday, September 28, 2015


I love seeing my kids grow.  They never cease to amaze me with their creativity, helpfulness, and some days their ability to leave me utterly exhausted.  They were sweet and snuggly as babies.  Curious as all hell as toddlers.  And now just plain old fun as kids.

However, as much fun as they are becoming - and less of all that diapering, potty training, doing every single little darn thing for them all day, every day - I can't get over how quickly time is passing.  Time with them is like trying to hold water in my hands.  It doesn't matter how hard I squeeze, that water is going to get out.  Likewise, it doesn't matter if I hold onto them tightly or let them soar, the time with them is fleeting.  Most days I don't think about it, but every once in a while it hits me that before I know it, they will be grown and out of our house.  And while I will always be their mama and there for them, the days of "hands-on" parenting will be over.

So, I am determined to get back to blogging.  This space has been a great source of focus for our lives in the years past.  Writing about our daily life really helps me keep the vision on all our blessings, on all the little moments I want to cherish for years to come.  And I love looking back on the memories from years past.

These two blessings - so different, but so compatible - help make our life together
so incredibly rich and joyful.