This weekend coming up is the 190th General Conference of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. Conference is always one of the first things I love about October. The chance to hear our leaders speak and to be inspired. There is also a General Women's Session this time. I cannot wait. You can watch it too if you wanted to be inspired. If you do, just ask and I will tell you how. I don't know about you, but I can really use some uplifting. 2020 has been a total bust.
Like Anne Shirley, I am so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers. And this quote from the book is one of my favourite things!
Its pumpkin season! In North America you will see them everywhere! On doorsteps, piled up in Gardens, outside all the shops. Pumpkin flavoured goodies, treats and bakes, etc.
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The woods get all quiet . . . as the colours slowly move from green to yellow to gold . . .
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Its time to gather acorns. I love acorns. They look like little heads wearing tiny little caps.
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The sound of Geese flying south for the winter. Last year I got to watch a flock flying directly overhead of me. They felt so close I could almost touch them, but of course they were not. Thankfully they did not leave me with a calling card, but it was a beautiful, once in a life time, magical moment.
Canadian Thanksgiving. I have not had a Thanksgiving with my family in 22 years now. Its not the same, but I still love Thanksgiving. God willing I will get to experience it again one day.
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The colours start to really change now. This is the season of orange and red and yellow and gold. The pastels and pinks from summer are turning amber . . . it is the last hurrah before the deep sleep.
This . . .
Halloween. Its not quite the same over here. I think this year it will not be the same anywhere. This is a bad year for many things.
The season of cosy is beginning. Wool throws. Wool socks. Quilts on bed. Cardigans. Candlelight. Wood fires. I love it all.
Apples. All kinds. Fresh. Fresh. Fresh. Ready to be made into apple butter and apple pies. To be sliced into wedges and enjoyed crisp and sweet and juicy. The smell. The tastes. I love it all.
Trees lose their leaves in the autumn because if they did not do so, they would die. If they held onto the leaves that no longer served a purpose to help the
tree survive the next season coming up the tree would die. The tree
would become starved and parched for water and food that was no longer
coming in like it did during the spring and summer.
Additionally, if
the tree held onto the dead weight of the leaves through the winter it
would bend and break under the weight of all the snow that would pile up
on the leaves.
I remember my first year living in Borden, Ontario we had a very early snow. The leaves had not yet been shed by the trees. I woke up to an incredible silence that morning. Things are always really quiet after a heavy snowfall. I went downstairs, only to discover that the crapapple tree in our front yard had actually broken in half and was laying against our living room window. It had been unable to support the weight of the snow and the leaves together.
Like the earth I am going through a season of great change at the moment. On the one hand things are going really well and I am seeing a point where in a few months I might actually be able to make a living on my own again. On the other hand my life is about to change drastically in ways I just can't find the heart to verbalise at the moment. The culmination of something which has been going on for about 18 months now. I hope that at some point I will be able to talk about it. In the meantime I hope you will bear with me and hold me in your prayers as I face the things I need to face, and do the things I need to do. I will still be updating the food blog as and when I can. If I am not here for a time, please know that I will be back. I just can't find the words at present. Know also that I love each of you. You mean the world to me. You have always been one of my favourite things.
Also know this . . .