But it wasn't cold outside!

 Yesterday, this post was supposed to up yesterday, but I just got computer burn out, so here it is. Yesterday was warm and sunny and felt like October, and going barefoot and not needing a coat and it even smelled good and I was enjoying it!!! I spent much of the afternoon outside, puttering around, really trying hard to look busy.

 At about 4:00PM I noticed the beautiful crescent moon rising and went in to get my camera, never go inside until you absolutely have to because there will be work waiting for you!!! that's my motto.  It took about 45 min to get back outside again, and the sun was setting.

Just like the seasons i change

WITH THE WINTER COMING ,THE GODDESS OF FURTILITY REST WHILE THE GOD OF THE HUNT RULES , SOON THE GOD OF THE HUNT WILL ONCE AGAIN GIVE WAY TO THE GODDESS AND LIFE WILL BEGIN ANEW. LIKE SO MANY MY LIFE IS CHANGING WITH NEW CHALLENGES.
~DAN THE OLDE ONE















It is cold, it is winter!!!
No, longer can I comfortably walk out the back door in the mornings to enjoy my coffee, without first putting on shoes and a coat . The steam rising from my cup is as welcome as the first sip off coffee, The woods no longer belong to this foraging, garden they belong to the hunter. The coyote, owl and bobcat, crow and raven,but brother bear has wisely begun hibernation already, for a short time share they all share their woods and fields with human hunters, but soon it will be all theirs again.  Except for visits from a forager looking for signs of spring.

flavor

I feel very lucky when I come upon and apple or pear tree that has a crop of fruit ready to pick, they are often the only thing left of a long forgotten home, though some are planted by squirrels and other creatures who cache seeds for winter and then forget about them. The fruits are often far from perfect looking, and look very different from what we might find in the grocery store, but these old varieties have a robust flavor.  As if a bit of the savior in them is expressed in their hearty flavor, a flavor untampered with for reasons of shelf life , texture, size or eye appeal. This year the old trees groaned under the weight of their crop, and I groaned as i carried them home.    

Yesterday I stood at the kitchen sink, peeling apples. attempting to take the skin off cleanly and in one log continuous strip.  Watching the snow drifting down, winter is tightening it's grip. As I sliced them into the pan, I couldn't resist taking a slice of two for myself. The taste of every autumn season, the

orchards long gone where I had picked apples with my parents and siblings, the way those stored apples made the cold room smell, the Heatrola coal stove that warmed my grandparents house, standing near it and being at once hot on one side and freezing on the other.  Feeling a sense of bliss spread over me, I look forward to next year.

But for now anticipating the taste of the apple cobbler in the oven.  Baking on a cold day not only warms the house it warms the heart.