…and I’m already missing the summer.
I stole that line from ‘Emmylou‘ by First Aid Kid and totally recommend that band to anyone who is even remotely fond of folk music. Been in love with them for quite a while now and there is no end in sight.
So fall is here – unmistakably. Chilly is an understatement to what I am enduring these days. I had to turn up the heater and out came that ‘artificial’ air that always reminds me of the oncoming winter. I only seem to notice it the first couple of times and then it’s part of the season somehow, just like rainy evenings with the occasional thunderstorm and foggy mornings that seem to stretch on forever. All of that can be quite a blessing. I should mention that I enjoy all kinds of weather as long as it doesn’t stay too long. It’s the variety that’s so intriguing about life in the Alps and the fact that you will never truly know what the next day holds in store for you.
Anyway, as the days are getting shorter the time is coming for hot chocolate, baked apples, bubblebaths and snuggling up on the sofa wrapped in a blanket; the time for pumpkin soup, fruit cake and hot spiced wine (recipes will follow) but also for gathering wild berries, mushrooms and maybe even a colored leaf once in a while – I hold every single one precious because we hardly have any. It’s the price you pay when you live at an altitude of nearly 6000 ft. So far I only found a few birch trees and some sycamore maple. What we do have though are literally tons of rowan berries this year and they really cry fall right into my delighted face.
I am looking forward to the cooler season when the ringing of the cowbells will disappear from the mountains, the woodchucks will start to hibernate and nature will slowly go to sleep again. I am ready. And I already bought 6 pounds of apples to make apple cinnamon jam. If that does not sound like fall I do not know what does.
A happy chilly season to all of you.
Bowl Of Oranges 