We’ve been loving the return of apple season. There’s a stand at our farmer’s market that sells heirloom apple varieties. They’re so good! We eagerly await their arrival and then all sit around munching them and talking about what kinds of apple trees we’d plant on our future farm. Time already for apple sauce and apple pies and baked apples with blueberries. We’re lucky to score free gleaned apples every year. It’s amazing how many people don’t use the apples from their trees! Well, at least the kids and I think it’s amazing. I think my kids could probably handle a whole tree themselves no problem.
(those are kale and mustard seeds drying in the background)
I planned on hanging up a curtain I’d already sewed that was grey and classic and organic looking but then I held it up to the window and it made everything so dark and, well, serious. I’ve been feeling the need for warmth and comfort and coziness recently. My parents gave me the last jar of my Grandpa’s honey recently. He and his brother had a bee farm when I was little and it closed down a few years ago. The last jar…sniff. I’m savoring it slowly by the spoonful. So I’ve had thoughts of my Grandparents in my head a lot recently. I’ve talked here about how much they impacted my childhood.
I poked around in my thrifted fabric stash and found this vintage table-cloth that reminded me of my Grandma’s kitchen. It was the perfect size. All I did was cut it in half and hem the two sides. Audrey loves how it makes her and Gray’s corner look like ‘their very own house’. It’s perfect.
Please tell me I’m not the only one who mood decorates?
I finally, this year, preserved some grape leaves. Every year for quite a while now I’ve wanted to try it but kept putting it off. But every year I also try to can or preserve something new. I do the old, and newish, favorites but then I like to branch out a bit. It’s a hobby after all, not a chore, or I do my best to keep it from being a chore. One way is to keep it interesting. So this is my new preserve for the year.
They look pretty all lined up in their jars. And kind of odd, like I crammed leaves in a jar and poured water over them and decided to call it food. And, yes I know, that’s exactly what I’ve done. But everyone loves dolmas, right? They’re food…really.
(that’s hoo-boot, the owl I sewed for her when I was pregnant with Gray; watch out, as Audrey will tell you, “he’s pesky!”)
I’ve been watching my babies grow right before my eyes. Audrey is officially a little girl now and Gray is rapidly trying to move out of the baby stage and into the little boy stage. I wish I knew how to slooooowwww them down. Aaron says I don’t really want this, it wouldn’t be good for them. And it’s true, kind of…sometimes I want them to slow down. And oh the imaginative adventures they get up to. Brings back memories of my brother and I when we were little. Although I could do without the occasional sibling squabbles. I know they look perfectly innocent…
(and no that’s not a dress, it’s a skirt worn as a dress; my girl and costumes…)
I’m glad it’s late summer, early fall. This is perhaps my favorite time of year. Warm during the days, chilly during the night and in the foggy mornings. All the harvest coming in. Oven and stove top cooking starting to seem appealing again. Camping to look forward to. Curling up under blankets and reading. Plans for the winter garden. And, as Audrey keeps reminding me, the Pumpkin Patch and prepping for Halloween costumes and the fall seasonal table are all just around the corner.