Waking up, moving under the blankets was surprised at the crispness of the air in my small studio basement apartment...I curled up, huddled in my blankets reclaiming the warmth therein and fell back off to sleep for awhile until the fingers of chill found me once again. It's not yet fall, but a fall day is upon us here in New York, the air outside cool, crisp, inviting in a sweater or sweatshirt sort of way, a perfect day to go for a walk, or perhaps a drive out into the countryside ahead of the impending rain you can almost taste.
The extra sleep was needed, the lateness of the day on this Saturday morning unimportant...the hot coffee beside me smells good, tastes even better. I should be up, dressed, out, but find old books over on the shelf beckoning me to choose one, curl back under my blankets and perhaps spend a few hours relaxing with a good read, or settling in for a nice long nap. So enticing...a day filled with doing nothing, vegging out, taking it easy, recharging my battery as I seek that inner center wherein I can find peace, clarity, calm...yes, today is a good day to find a quiet spot in which to meditate, concentrating on the nothingness of space, allowing everything to fall away as if leaves swirling and twirling in the breeze as they dance down the streets of my mind.
Beautiful Fall Things
Color...is there anything more vivid, vibrant or revitalizing than catching the fall color at its peak as you drive along a country road, or along a winding mountainous/hilly lane in the middle of nowhere, perhaps a thermos of hot hot chocolate calling you from the back seat to stop and take a break.
Leaves...falling, blowing, raked, burning, the cloying, acrid sweetness mixing with the crisp fall air one of nature's dazzling perfumes.
Pumpkins...a field of them, their tops covered in frost, carved into Jack-O_Lanterns, puree'd into that first pie of the season, the smell from the oven making your mouth water.
Apples...picking them as a part of a drive into the countryside, turned into cider, or baked into muffins, turnovers and pie, the crispness of that first bite after plucking it from a tree, sliced, diced and caramelized with cinnamon, butter and brown sugar in a skillet on top of the stove.
Soups...is there anything more magical than that first big pot of homemade soup that seems to shout to the rooftops..."Fall is upon us!" That first steaming hot mug of chowder shared with a chunk of French Bread slathering in butter...perfect for dunking, the heat of the cup against your hands warming your heart, making you smile from the inside out.
What are some of your favorite fall things? Come on, you can do it...click on the comment button and list one or two.
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