Summer has come to an end across the land. Today marks Equinox, the first day of Autumn has arrived. My soul soars high for this my most beloved season but grieves softly for the death of Summer, for he was ever a good lover and friend. Autumn comes on a friend, a riot of joy in saffron, carmine and walnut. All across the back acre, you can smell the sweet aroma of wood fires. The nights grow cool and we turn off the AC in the Clan Home and open all the windows. Many a night this week I have fallen asleep awash in cool Autumn air and I wake to find my hair scented with wood smoke. The taste of apples is sweet and light upon my tongue; soon I will take a knife to my last two pumpkins of the season. One will go in the over, rubbed all over with cinnamon and cane sugar, studded with cloves. The other will have a fearsome face and a candle withn. For the first time in my life, I have the knowledge that I grew my own jack-o-lantern. It fills me with a wild pleasure, mind full of acorns and fire kissed sunsets. The leaves on the dogwood tree, once a tireless green in summer, are now splashed crimson as bright as fresh blood.
I go into Autumn with a chocolate cake sitting on the counter. Today, marks the my husband's 31st birthday and the cake is make for him. Dark chocolate studded with mini chocolate chips, lightly frosted. It is beautiful and I cannot wait for him to get into it.
In small truth because it means I may have a tiny slice.
Tomorrow I must paint a banner for my SCA persona and make a tart for Her Majesty, Queen
of Meridies. I must also look around for my fine art pens which seem to have disappeared magically from my art stack.
I suspect a toddler is involved and failing that, pixies.
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