It's hard to believe that it's already Tuesday evening and that it's been four days since I've been here. I was all set to light a few candles and cozy up in a comfy chair to visit with you last evening, but my next HUGE project (decorating a large conference center for our school auction) kept my inbox humming with incoming details that needed attention. I attempted to write in between the emails, but focus was very difficult. By the time I sorted out the emails and details, I was too tired to think straight about anything else than curling up with my husband and quilt on the couch. I'm trying so hard to listen to my mind, heart, and body these days and allow myself to heal and rejuvenate. It's dang hard to do! But it will be harder to 'undo' later if I don't listen and act now! I already have experienced the effects of that kind of procrastination.
Autumn, to me, is about one thing … and that is COZY. The temperatures fall, the wind kicks up, the rains return, and I turn toward things that I don't enjoy to the same level at other times of the year.
Things like Brats and Sauerkraut, hot tea in the afternoon, and not to be left out … Pumpkin Bread. Or any kind of vegetable or fruit bread, for that matter. Like Zucchini Bread, Apple Bread, or Cinnamon Bread.
I love those breads for breakfast with coffee or to offer a friend with afternoon tea.
They are fragrant with spices and enhanced with the season's bounteous harvest.
The colors are vivid, but engage more senses than the eyesight.
The fragrance that permeates the home while the bread bakes makes me wish (only sometimes) for simpler times … for times when baking daily was normal, when using today's harvest to nourish oneself was not only normal, but needed and expected. Other times, when I'm feeling less than energetic, I'm glad I don't have a farm and wonder how my grandmothers ever got along with all the physical labor they had to do! I glad for the farmer's market and the *choice* to purchase today's harvest or to leave it for someone else to choose for nourishment!
I made this bread this past Sunday afternoon. It was a rare time when Ken and I were enjoying peace, quiet, and each other. None of the kids were home and it was a perfect time to piddle about the kitchen while he accomplished goals on pressing projects. What a sense of contentment (and cozy smell of Pumpkin Bread) we both enjoyed …
We ended the evening, however, with the smell of Brussels sprouts!
"How?" you ask?
Well, as happens to all parents with teens … they came home.
And our vitamin-deficient eldest child decided that she needed to sauté Brussels Sprouts. Yup.
Killed that sense of peace, quiet, and Pumpkin Bread right away!
(I just about pressed the "PUBLISH" button! But I can't close out this post that way … really, I wish I could let myself do it, but I can't. I'm so grateful for my vitamin-deficient eldest child ... and for the other two as well! … that I can't just sign off that way! I know it would be more artistic to do so, but I love her too much. And I can't have her thinking –not that she would?—that she is so restricted in her own home that she can't eat what and when she wants/needs to! I just can't do it … Of course, she understands writing and art so perhaps I should just delete this last paragraph … … … Naw. I'll leave it. Can you sense the struggle within me?! I thought so. Thanks for caring.)