Trying to love kale and other autumn tales
Do you live in Vermont? If you don’t or if you aren’t here now, please come visit. This is the most beautiful time in this state where each season has its individual magic. This one, this last burst of color and light and clarity before winter’s grays, this one is the best. We have a guest room, and we live right in the middle of all this beauty. I can’t possibly capture it for you, photos don’t do it justice, you’ll have to come and see. It is a little bit frantic, full of an almost desperate need to fit it all in, to finish the last things before winter. Everything smells good, food tastes better…have I convinced you yet? Are you sick of my ravings about autumn yet? Well buckle up folks, we’ve got a few months to go before I sink back into seasonal affective disorder and I warn you, I may be prolific.
I came home from work today and hubby and I took a slow walk down the road, enjoying the cool air and checking out the leaves that seemed to change overnight. It was a nice walk, and we caught each other up on the events of the day. As we were coming around the curve of the road, two barred owls starting calling to each other over our heads, one on each side of the road. It was magical. Then one joined the other on the right side of the road and it sounded like they were chatting with each other- the calls were almost conversational. I’d never heard that before. It was a little spooky, a little exciting, and made it feel even more like fall. Why do owls feel like fall? I don’t know, but see what you think. Here’s a link to their call.
I spent some time in the garden with my camera today after the rain. Things are looking good- this spell of chilly air has made all the cool weather crops explode. The kale…I tell you, we’ve been eating kale since May, and I’ve never been a huge fan of it. It’s nice enough in small doses. But we didn’t plant a small dose. We planted an army of kale, and it has tripled in size in the last couple of weeks. So I’m trying to love it. Here’s my first attempt, beginning with photos. And this recipe might help. I’ll let you know.
I’ve been thinking a lot today about writing generally and about posting to this blog specifically. I never explained why I started writing this. So many blogs have some explanation of who the author is and why they sent their thoughts out into the world. Well, I’ve been thinking about it. Why do I write? Because I hope that you’re reading. Because the idea that I’m writing to a potentially unknown audience thrills me unspeakably. I write for you known readers, Bill and Jenn and Dwight and Sara and Ralph and Tara, and the rest of you who have been checking in. And I write for those of you who I don’t know who could possibly be reading (oh, the thrill of that!). And I want to share how I see my corner of the world. So much of that is food and growing and green things but it’s also traveling and seeing friends and the sound of an owl on a Thursday night in September. This is my attempt to capture my life in ways that will resonate for me and hopefully for you. And your feedback has been so, so important to me. Thank you for that.