Welcome to Loaf x Loaf where I'm sharing my creative, mountain winter while the dough rises. This is batch # 2 of the changing season.
Fall comes and goes quickly in these mountains. Leaves are tinged with yellow by late August. Within a month, the last of the chlorophyll drains from the trees as night temperatures plummet. Mother Nature's last show of color before she's stripped bare by October's winds. Today, the rains returned dampening woodpiles and unraked leaves alike. |
These are the cold, low fronts that have me scurrying indoors, peeking out windows to see how low the snow comes down the mountain. Shovels are back on the porch at-the-ready for the turning season. Won't be long now!
Autumn reminds me to turn inward as well, to tend the hearth fires, to celebrate harvest’s bounty, and to be thankful for all I have in my little life. I tend to get very domestic this time of year. The household deep cleaning happens now as I usher out the last of summer's pollen and dust. Fall is the perfect time to retreat, to hibernate-for me anyway.
Autumn reminds me to turn inward as well, to tend the hearth fires, to celebrate harvest’s bounty, and to be thankful for all I have in my little life. I tend to get very domestic this time of year. The household deep cleaning happens now as I usher out the last of summer's pollen and dust. Fall is the perfect time to retreat, to hibernate-for me anyway.