09.21.06
Wood smoke on the air…
It is evening, the windows are open, the breeze is cool, the leaves are still mostly green but starting to turn colors and carpet the lawn. The birds are quieter now, but the odd song is still audible on the breeze which comes dancing through the sun porch door, through the living room to finish its odd circuit through the house via the bedroom window. Wood smoke, just enough to cement the fall smell, gives the air a special musk.
This time of year is usually one of my favorites. I start to want to cook heavier meals, family favorites, and bake more and start to have warm fuzzies about the holidays. I’m not feeling it yet… I hope it comes. Seems such a shame to waste such a beautiful fall.
