Preparing for Autumn. Gathering the abundant harvest at the end of summer. Canning the last of the vegetables and making pomegranate jam. Watching the first leaves dance down to the ground, grabbing from the upper shelf a sweater to wear, taking out the rake, stacking the cord of wood in the shed, smelling the fall aroma in the air.
More than any other season Autumn reminds me of Willows. The decor of my mother's home is an autumn home: Soothing, homey, comfortable, inviting, always something baking in the oven, clothes drying on the line… A home where soaking up the pleasures of simple living is as easy as running through a pile of leaves. Generous ripe love.
My mom rearranges her home with the seasons. Decorating it to celebrate the moments at hand. I miss that tradition, I miss home most during Autumn. Is that pumpkin pie I smell hot from the oven? My memory tells me it is.
Growing up in the country with my four brothers meant we played outside most of the time. We rode bikes, helped our parents clean the yard, played around the barn, gathered the eggs, collected walnuts, pomegranates and watched the harvest moon rise over Willow Creek.
Chelsea, Baby Gabriel and I will be going to Willows November 4th until December.
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