I inadvertently haven’t posted all summer. Sorry about that. It feels like I was on an express train that is now just dropping me off.
Elliot turned 2. It’s fall in Fairbanks. Whenever you live in a place with a long winter… Fall can be a season of mixed emotions. A friend and I were chatting about this the other day. For the past several years we spend the entire season of Fall (which is rather short here) grieving that Summer is over. But we LOVE Fall. I remember the excitement of going back to school. The changing of leaves. Cooler,but not-too-cold, temperatures. In the Midwest we’d always go apple picking. In honor of that I made apple butter yesterday. 12 hours of spiced apples simmering. That get’s you ready for Fall. Yum yum. Today I’m going to bake bread. We’re getting our yard cleaned up and actually enjoying this ritual to prepare for winter. My plan is to savor this Fall. Mulled wine. Walks with the boys. Hot cider. More baking. More canning. Warm sweaters.
So instead of dreading the oncoming months of cold and darkness… I am going to enjoy the transition.