Hope everyone is well, healthy, and enjoying the beautiful colors of fall.
Whoa, its been a while since I have been here. Real Life has been kicking lately, with job, family, and everything else that has been thrown my way. The seasons are changing, kids are back in school, the nights are cooler…you name it. Its happening.
No matter how peaceful I try to be, there’s always STUFF to contend with. I find it difficult to relax, no matter how many self help books I read. Take deep breaths. Fix your posture. Eat only certain things. It gets to the point where we are living an extension of ourselves instead of our true selves, because everyone else has the answers for us.
Sometimes I just need to be. I have to control what comes into my body, and I don’t mean just food, I mean news, social media, all that. I can only take so much electronic onslaught before I lose my mind. Sure, I can spend time on the computer, but I can control what I see or don’t want to see, for the sake of my sanity.
I hope Fall slows things down a tad. I would like to be able to stop and breathe on my own again.
I am super super ‘cited (as my friend Wendi says) because with the month of August comes the thrill of Fall arriving soon.
Don’t get me wrong, I like summer. Summer’s abundance brings the most amazing fruits and vegetables, and there’s nothing like pulling a carrot right right out of the ground, rinsing it off with the garden hose, and eating it with the greens still on top. The taste of a “real” carrot is absolutely amazing. Those filed down baby carrots in the bag cannot hold a candle to the real thing. Baby carrots are convenient, but I prefer cutting my own simply for the taste.
I recall one summer years ago, my mother and I went to this super gourmet grocery store across the street from where I lived at the time. The places was all hard wood floors and spot lighting and the most amazing local produce. Mother and I were perusing the fruit, when a local farmer walked in thru the front door with baskets and baskets of just picked blackberries. These things were absolutely gigantic and the nice man offered my mother a berry, it was still warm from the sun. I remember watching her eyes rolling to the back of her head in bliss (I mean, mothers do that?) as blackberry juice ran down her chin. She took home four pints of berries that day.
Falls brings its own wonderful gifts. Root vegetables, chillier nights, the warmth of homemade soup and bread coming from the kitchen, sweaters, hot tea, the soothing smell of wood burning stoves as I drive home from work at night.
Can’t wait for Fall, now.