Time for warm sweaters, hearth side fires, brisk walks, hot cinnamon tea and warm gurgling applesauce. This kind of day calls for a brisk walk in the autumn chill where I can view in awe the red and gold splashed trees, smell the sharp aromas, feel the brisk air, come back inside invigorated.
Oh - looks like 'someone' is deciding to curl up in the sunny window seat and take a wee bit of a snooze!
A nap sounds nice, but there are things to do, Sandy kitty! (He is also known as Sandrew - a name given him by Lovely Miss Witty. She thought he was far too sophisticated of a male to be called Sandy all the time. He does, after all, take after a mighty mountain lion, if you please!)
But first, some tea and honey.
A dozen apples peeled and cut into chunks, a dollop of fresh honey, a big fat cinnamon stick, some orange and a tablespoon of lemon juice - place in the big pot on the stove on low, and soon there is the low murmur of apples simmering. The apples were picked from the drooping apple tree in Knitting Daughter's backyard. Fresh, organic, delicious! The aroma wafting through this house is pure wonder. Wish I could bottle that sweet smell!
The bounties of autumn. What a creative, artistic God we have. All those shades of color - all the combinations. Almost brings tears! So lovely.
Enjoy this change in season. Slow down a little. Enjoy the simple things in life. We are blessed indeed.