There was a fly buzzing around in my car earlier today and, when I rolled the window down to allow him a dignified escape, the smell of green chilies tumbling in a roaster rushed in to take his place. I was at a stop light next to a farmer’s stand and the sight of the green chili roasters, melons, squashes, tomatoes and peppers served as a vivid reminder that autumn is upon us; before we know it, piles of plump orange pumpkins will join the other produce and Halloween decorations will take their place on the hay bales lining the produce stand.
The tree in our front yard, always the first to change into its autumn finery as well as the first to shed it, is starting to show the slightest bit of gold in its leaves and the days are starting to feel mellow and soft around the edges; all good indicators that it is time to prepare for the new season yet, I’m hesitant to throw in the summer towel quite yet. Maybe next week.
On the other hand, the addition of the flannel and feathers heralds the season of baking, with pumpkin bread, cider donuts and spicy molasses cookies headlining the menu so, maybe I’m not so hesitant to move into the next season after all.
Also, the sugar cravings are rearing their ugly heads, again. Damnit.