Fall is unique. Interesting at best. What people tend to find romantic and beautiful about the season is, in fact, the many signs of impending death. And that's what I love about it.
Morbid, I know. I'd say I'm sorry, but why apologize for true facts?
The gorgeous leaves of yellow, orange and red is simply a sign that they've reached their life's peak. And, that sweet, unique smell of fall when the sky is clear and the air is crisp is actually the scent of those dead leaves rotting into the ground. It's the only scent of rot and decay people actually enjoy. Look forward to, even.
Other than the crisp, clear air and that unique scent, fall really isn't a favorite season of mine. I do enjoy it, don't get me wrong. I enjoy wearing sweaters, hot cups of coffee or tea on a chilly day, delicious soups, and, ultimately, the proximity of winter. But, I suppose that's for another day.
Unfortunately, the last four weeks in my house has stunk of fermenting cabbage. We decided to make sauerkraut for the first time ever. Last night we finally finished the process by canning 38 pints of the fruits of our hard labor. Well, 37...can you guess what we're having for Sunday dinner?
If I manage to return I just might post some pictures...who doesn't love some good food porn?