It's cold outside, so much so that I cannot tell if my laundry out on the line is dry or just frozen. I have been wearing more layers as a result and then having to do even more wash as a result of that. We are funny creatures of habit, aren't we? So methodical in so many ways, sometimes the strangest. When the seasons are changing especially it always reminds me of this. Speaking of, I haven't been able to find all my scarves and sweaters, but I know they are buried somewhere in the back of my closet. I just know it, they have to be. I'm enjoying the hunt. It's the best part of anything anyway isn't it?
I love the fall. I mean I'm just crazy about it. It means winter is just a hop and a kiss away and worth waiting for.
In other traditions of the changing of seasons I am brewing a big pot of moose-basil stew as I sit here writing to you. I wish I could somehow attach the smell to this blog post. It is absolutely divine. It smells and feels of home and my father humming in the kitchen while standing over the hot stove.
I miss home around this time of year, but change is coming and new homes will be made.
I had a house guest this weekend. We've known each other for almost a decade and met on the internet when we were almost children. It was great to be around her again and listen to all her stories she had to tell since we had last spoke. She hasn't changed a bit and I can't stop thinking about how nice that is.
She took some rather silly photos of me I will attach.
This is a cabin on some new property my family just purchaced. I cannot wait to see it in person. Isn't it so beautiful?
Bourbon is another thing I love in the fall and harvesting. I am explaining this to her as she secretly photographs me without my cardigan.
We also found this while thrift shopping. You tell me.
This is a recent sketch my friend did of me. He's reading Dante's Inferno, you see what I am getting at.
The hunt is on.
I wish I was berry picking on the tundra right now with my sisters.
Please, tell me your favorite fall memories/traditions.
I love the fall. I mean I'm just crazy about it. It means winter is just a hop and a kiss away and worth waiting for.
In other traditions of the changing of seasons I am brewing a big pot of moose-basil stew as I sit here writing to you. I wish I could somehow attach the smell to this blog post. It is absolutely divine. It smells and feels of home and my father humming in the kitchen while standing over the hot stove.
I miss home around this time of year, but change is coming and new homes will be made.
I had a house guest this weekend. We've known each other for almost a decade and met on the internet when we were almost children. It was great to be around her again and listen to all her stories she had to tell since we had last spoke. She hasn't changed a bit and I can't stop thinking about how nice that is.
She took some rather silly photos of me I will attach.
This is a cabin on some new property my family just purchaced. I cannot wait to see it in person. Isn't it so beautiful?
Bourbon is another thing I love in the fall and harvesting. I am explaining this to her as she secretly photographs me without my cardigan.
We also found this while thrift shopping. You tell me.
This is a recent sketch my friend did of me. He's reading Dante's Inferno, you see what I am getting at.
The hunt is on.
I wish I was berry picking on the tundra right now with my sisters.
Please, tell me your favorite fall memories/traditions.
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viking:
Hey Jane! You look awesome in your pictures. I'm really curious as to what moose-basil stew tastes like now!
linna:
Very nice pictures, you're very pretty