I was pootling through the archive the other day and came across AUTUMNAL THOUGHTS. (I don’t know why; it just felt like it needed to be capped.) I don’t know about the rest of you northern hemisphere types, but I am so ready to break up with summer…
I know I’m rushing the fences a bit here, but goodness me, I am DONE with summer. It’s been busy and demanding and thorny, and I’m quite ready for a new rhythm. I want to nest, to settle my feathers and be peaceful and busy at work. I am looking forward to the view from my windows changing–not because hurricanes have blown away my trees but because the trees are putting on their autumn silks and the leaves are waving farewell.
I’m looking forward to baking things that are full of spices, scenting the air with cinnamon and nutmeg. I want crisp apples and winter squashes and porridge for breakfast. (Doesn’t porridge just sound more enticing than “oatmeal”?) I want nail polish and roses in dark, dangerous colors and candles that smell of pumpkin and patchouli. I want to wear boots and scarves and wrap myself in velvets and suede. I want to shiver as I get out of bed in the morning and sleep burrowed down into the covers, hoarding my own warmth against the chill. I want to smell woodsmoke on the air and the promise of coming frosts. I want to pick up my knitting again and engage in woolly pursuits. I want to collage and sew and cook up pots of things that simmer for hours on the back of the stove. I want new bread and ancient philosophies and poetry to read aloud.
What do YOU want for autumn, chickens?