Well, September is just about over and Fall is officially here. And, as always, I’m ready for the change in seasons. I love them all, but I think I gravitate most toward the seasons of change, Spring and Fall. There’s a crispness to the air now, cooler days, and less sun.
One of the things I find a natural instinct in the fall is stocking up for bad weather. It must be instinctual because I still feel the need to do this even though the kids are all grown and out on their own. So my husband cleans the freezer right before this time generally, as it’s the emptiest it will be all year. Now is when I start looking for great sales on meat and such to fill it back up.
Last Spring, I posted this picture of my husband’s garden, all primed and ready to go. I should have taken some pictures a month ago to show you the garden in it’s prime. Here’s some I took mid-September on a nice, sunny, warm day. Everything looks a touch deflated as they get watered in the evening, not the morning.
Most things are done (peas, raspberries, broccoli), but we’re still getting produce from a lot of it (onions, tomatoes, cabbage, and the last of the cucumbers.) This year we canned 14 quarts of peaches and 6 quarts of pears. We’re hoping enough tomatoes ripen to can tomatoes. As well, we’ll have lettuce until the first freeze and Mark’s got a system for wintering it over so it’s the first thing we get produce from in the Spring.
So in spite of all the gray days we’ve had in the Pacific Northwest this summer, we have also gotten enough sunshine to harvest most of my husband’s “crops”. In addition, we got to spend time with friends and family and take some small trips…riding a steam train in Canada, shopping in the Bavarian village of Leavenworth, wine tasting in the warmth of Eastern Washington.
Yep. It’s been a good summer. Now, I’m ready to hunker down. I tend to look at the changing seasons as a good time to set goals. On a professional front, this Autumn needs to be all about writing. I need to get more stories out there. On a personal one, I hope for continued time to spend with my mother and my father, along with quiet nights with my husband beside the warmth of our wood stove.
I hope your own look back is full of smiles and happiness. And how about the future? What will be your goals for the next three months as we settle into an indoor weather pattern? Whatever they are, I hope your days are filled with peace and warmth.
I’ll leave you with an Irish Blessing I found on a great site called islandireland.com:
May love and laughter light your days,
and warm your heart and home.
May good and faithful friends be yours,
wherever you may roam.
May peace and plenty bless your world
with joy that long endures.
May all life’s passing seasons
bring the best to you and yours!