I pass this little lane on my running route most mornings.
Today it gave me the warm fuzzies.
First go at making lacto-fermented vegetables.
They'll culture in a salt water brine for 5-7 days and then store in the fridge.
Eager and excited to see how they turn out.
My kind and generous friend brought over a bunch of apples and pears
he picked from his trees.
I told him that they would be put to good use and I meant it..
A pan of roasted yams and apples for dinner that night, along with 8 quarts of applesauce and some scrumptious apple fritters yesterday proved it to be so.
When a chore becomes a meditation...
Isn't she the sweetest?
The golden hour is the magic hour.
A small personal victory today on this bread baking journey. First real attempt and success at a true, fermented sourdough (no yeast here). I began the development of these loaves early Sunday morning and baked them today. I've been intimidated by the process, but am starting to realize that all good things take time. Delighted and somewhat surprised with the just-right subtle tang, the nice, high dome (even with the whole wheat addition) and open, satiny crumb interior.
Onward and upward.
new and just-right loafers, crimson and gold patches on the foothills, poems that resonate, empty kitchen sinks, writing, reading, and eating by candlelight, joy that comes with the sharing and the receiving, glorious leaf season relishing, her (our) joy in this long-awaited accomplishment, cozy warm socks and cozy plaid shirt, potluck potato salad and baked beans, together and connection again, talks and smiling eyes, compliments that make a day bright, clean and folded laundry stacks, that powerful and thought-provoking foreign film we saw the other night, neighborhood bicycle deliveries, contentment and peace about, with, and at home, heart-warmed with both kids clamoring to sit by me, tea-time and sushi outing with this boy-pal, full moon beauty, morning stillness, solitude and satisfaction.
homekeeping:: little autumnal touches around the house make things so cozy. I especially love to decorate my home with nature's gifts: Indian corn, tiny pumpkins, jugs filled with colored leaves brought home from the foothills, a bundle of golden wheat, a big bunch of rosemary I cut from the herb garden. Today I finally set up the front porch. A simple yet happy ritual I look forward to every year.
listening:: Tony Bennett's "The Very Thought of You".... (swoon), Stephanie Mill's "Never Knew Love Like This Before"
eating:: sharing with Isaac a little nibble off a bar of good dark chocolate a dear friend brought over. The beautiful, fresh fruit another dear one dropped off, too, yesterday.
feeling:: so blessed with these and other beautiful friendships.
running:: frosty mornings this week (the first of the season) called for my warmest jacket and gloves. A little harder to get up the gumption, but I guess it's in my blood after years of running in all seasons.
harvesting:: Grateful and blessed to enjoy and utilize the offerings from not only our garden, but especially from my parents and kind friends' harvest sharings. (churning out the pies, cobblers, soups, salsas, etc.) With the arrival of these chilly October days and nights, I sure will miss the beautiful fruits and vegetables that have filled my countertop corner this summer.
creating:: a little bit of drawing, but not anything worth sharing here. Stress and worry seem to really take a toll on my ability to get going artistically.
baking:: has filled the creative need of mine this past month and also something that I can do on "autopilot", which I still can't seem to do in my art practice., With my desires to help stretch the food dollar, produce and economize, I have enjoyed spending most days in the kitchen. Satisfying and fun to learn new techniques in my bread baking, especially. Sharing a loaf with each bake brings added joy, too.
outing:: Have you ever taken yourself out on a date? I do it all the time. Sometimes I like to go to an afternoon matinee. (last month was Light Between Oceans ... beautiful). It's cheap, enjoyable, and you'll most likely get the whole theater to yourself. My friend invited me to join her last week in seeing Florence Foster Jenkins (fun). A good movie is a rarity and a real treat.
reading:: Shelter For the Spirit (Moran), Inventing the Rest of Our Lives: Women In Second Adulthood (Levine), The Collected Poems of Sara Teasdale, My Kitchen Year (Reichl), The Sea Captain's Wife (Powning)
smiling:: seeing that handwritten letter in the mailbox yesterday.
thanksgiving:: After three months of unemployment for Keith, we are rejoicing and so very grateful he is now employed. (Offer yesterday, first day at work today!) This and other challenges brought a season of great soul-stretching/searching for me on many levels, but also became a time of deepened emotional and spiritual growth. God is so good, so very kind. I finally feel like I can breathe again.
Hi, I'm Emily!
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