Just puttering about, waiting for a third cornish hen to defrost (due to a last-minute addition to dinner), and prepping everything else (which would be within the last 20 min, before serving): some nice soft ranch rolls, which will be popped into the oven, after the hens come out, the stuffing is ready to throw together, and the green beans need
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That wind, kicking up from the hills with the harbinger of snow to come, enough to make the passersby hunch a little more closely into their coats, enough to speed the steps of the itinerant, enough to wake the final brown leaves from their secure positions on the mostly-bare trees. The entrance to a warm home with the smell of braising meat and root vegetables, of cooking squash and winter spices - nutmeg, cinnamon, allspice, cloves - warmed-up apple cider on the stove and a soft blanket on a cushiony couch.
Autumn is viewed by so many as death and desolation. It takes a certain mindset to look past the brittle brownness, the dead grass and the chill wind and see the promise lying in it.
I miss it. We don't have so many days like that here.
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At least it's cooling down, here :-)
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How very lucky for your dinner party.
Thanks for the description...it makes homesickness more clear, LOL.
I hope you had a wonderful dinner...it sure SOUNDED wonderful!
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But I'll take it, where I can get it, sister!
*hugs*
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Just the picture you painted in my head of the wind chimes and the breeze and the wonderfully sunny day with mild temperature....*le Sigh*
California has a good fall too....without all the color.
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