Wow. I blinked and summer flew past me. Gone are the nights spent outside in tank tops. Gone are the sweat-while-standing afternoons. Gone are the iced-coffee for breakfast mornings because it’s already too hot to turn on the stove.
Now we have the cozy warm dusk enveloping our house around 7:30pm. We have snuggles on the couch reading stories before bed instead of playing outside until exhaustion. We have the stove on every night for dinner. We have suggestions of hot cocoa from little ones and long sleeved pajamas.
I love this time of year. It satisfies me in ways no other season can. Like a warm, familiar blanket, the early sunsets cover our house and make it cozier (no more calm unfortunately but cozier nonetheless). The dark outside our windows encourages me to turn on the kitchen light and play between the two. Now looking down at my mixing, now looking out into the blackness. In the same instant it makes me feel safe and adventerous. Snug in our little house I imagine the whole world in darkness, save the light from my little kitchen. I fancy I live on a farm with no neighbors for miles and no reason to leave, content in the life we’ve made in our little house. The next time I look up from my mixing bowl I see the darkness at my window as a blank slate. So many millions of opportunities await and this time of year is when I feel the most energized to start new projects and take on new responsibilties. Maybe it’s the inherent Back-To-School mentality still clinging to me but September has always felt like the time for new beginnings.
I got a few more things on my To Do List completed but I was horrible at documenting any of it. I wore my favorite two dresses almost weekly. I got a pedicure a month ago with my wonderful mother and aunt and my toes are still strawberry red. I drank Gin and Chartreuse and I’m just now reaping the rewards of our tomato garden (a tomato tart is coming soon!). I made lemon cucumber pickles from here, the walnut cake from this lovely lady (sans the jam), and this jam (that I love in theory but in practice turned out too jammy for me. Next time I’ll cook it less).
I also made these beautiful treats. I used sour cream instead of creme fraiche and demura instead of muscavado sugar. They turned out perfectly and I wouldn’t change a thing.
Whew. That feels better. Now that I’ve caught myself up a little bit, it’s onwards and upwards! I’ll keep my camera closer this time around.