Winter arrived on my doorstep today
With a frigid, magically stare,
She danced on brilliant autumn leaves
at her feet,
And proclaimed she was the season
most fair
~ Lee Reynolds~
After a difficult summer, where we endured smoke filled skies,
from all the forest fires raging in our province, I was reluctant to greet Autumn. I hadn’t had enough summer. So I dragged my feet, as the new season emerged.
Slowly, ever so slowly, I greeted the brisk mornings, fresh with the sweet smell of apples ripening on the trees. Ever so slowly, I greeted
the changing colour of leaves, rich in jeweled hues of red, orange and yellows. I sadly said goodbye to
my garden; pulling up tomatoes plants still heavy with green fruit. cutting back my raspberry canes, and was even gifted with one, perfectly red, delicious
strawberry. A final farewell from the passing season.
When our oldest son Clark came into the kitchen late one afternoon, gratefully sniffing an
aromatic stew, and saying how happy he was to greet warm and hearty fall meals once again, and our youngest three, started chatting excitedly
about what they wanted to be for Halloween, I felt a tiny bubble of joy come to the surface, over the arrival of the autumn season.
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| I really must share the recipe for this stew.....it was delicious and although it was meat filled, you could exchange that for vegan sausages and lots of pumpkin seeds....read more about that later in this post |
I had a few days where time flew, as I raked leaves with abandoned delight. I pruned
shrubs and swept walkways, I stashed away our summer furniture and patio umbrellas, starting to anticipate the long, cold days of
winter. I was looking forward to spending the early parts of November
continuing on this theme and believe me, there was still lots to do; plant garlic, do some trench composting, pull the last of the spinach, kale, leeks and lastly winterize our chicken coop.
Then two days after Halloween, as I was sitting
with my writing group in the historic 100 year old, former home of the artist,
Sveva Caetani, it started to really snow. It had started on my drive over but it really started to dump as we all shared our writing. Warmly, sequestered inside this old home that had viewed many winters, I felt encircled and safe. Glancing outside the windows, framed in rich wood, I was swept away by the beauty and
timelessness of it all. That was, until I went out and tried to drive in it.
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| A picture of Caetani house BEFORE, all that white stuff started to magically fall |
Apparently, I wasn’t the only one to greet winter
unprepared; as our city snow plows and sanding trucks were nowhere to be seen. They didn't make their appearance until the wee hours of the next morning. I did make it home from writing group, although the roads were horrendous. I was hardly able to drive up the hill into our snow laddened cul-de-sac, I decided it would be prudent to just stay put. I spent the better
part of the rest of the afternoon, calling our piano teacher, cello teacher,
violin teacher, and emailing a swimming coach; to let them know, our children would
have to miss their lessons due to the dire weather situation.
BUMMER!
That’s my latest new word and the other day, when I
heard our little Victoria say it, after she was majorly disappointed about
something, I had to laugh. It also made me aware that I had better come up with a more
appropriate adjective. At least one that sounds more fitting coming out of a six year old. When I think of language, it does define a person. And when I think of the word, "bummer," I have a vision of a woman with wavy hair to her waist, wearing a long peasant type skirt, serviceable
ankle boots, a thick, knitted sweater and a wool hat to match or not, but homemade for sure, all
wrapped up in a thick wool shawl. That's the image I aspire to portray, but until my hair grows longer and I find some funky clothes, alas, I must search for a new word to describe my annoyance of the season.
By the way.....anyone want to teach me to knit this winter?
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| The miracle of knitting is turning a simple ball of wool into something remarkable...kind of like the seasons of our life |
Anyway, the point of it all, is that I was annoyed about the arrival of fall coming and now, just as I was getting into the season of being thankful, November has arrived, dressed in a heavy, white wool coat, looking a lot like winter.
DRAT!
But then, maybe there is a lesson to be
learned from all of this. Ha! That’s me for sure;" Hope." I'd like to believe that this word defines me better than all others. I'd like to believe I radiate, maybe not always, but for the most part, a childlike sense of faith in the goodness of this world.
I'm always trying to
glean something positive from my emotions. My negative ones hold the most promise for enlightenment. And as one of my writing buds said to me recently, if we don't have darkness, there can be no light. Yes, this is so true. The world is full of contrast and it's up to us to decide what colour we want to paint our life with.
As reluctant as I was to welcome the season of fall
into my heart, I realize, I’m doing it again. Not accepting the change of season with grace and ease. Always trying to make things harder for myself with a touch of angst. When William and the little girls came home from school last
Friday night all excited about the abundant snow and the endless weekend ahead, they asked with expectant shining eyes, if they could go sledding. I growled, “NOOOOOO, too
cold.” And yes, it was something like 14 below freezing that night and I wasn't looking forward driving to our sledding hill, but the
bigger reason was that I didn’t want to embrace the season fully.
I didn't want to open my door in greeting, even a crack.
Every morning for the past five days, I wake hoping I have dreamed it all. I stumble into my bathroom with cold feet, "brrrrr" and hope, I will see fall colours and blue sky...... but nope.
It's a frosty world of blue, grey and white.
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| I guess I am coming around to accepting winter weather is here, early November or not, I captured this image last night from our lower deck |
My husband David, says, I better get use to it 'cause winter weather is here to stay for the next 4 to 5 months.
After driving the kids to
school this morning, all bundled up in snow pants, coats, hats, and mittens,
which took FOREVER to put on, I returned home and decided that THIS
morning I would get into the spirit of the early winter weather by making myself a cup of steaming, “London Fog.” Our oldest daughter Alyssa, who spent two years teaching and adventuring in London recently, introduced me to this Earl Grey tea concoction. Recently, my husband David took me out on one of our date nights and and we stopped at Starbucks for a treat,.....you guessed what my selection was; a London fog. Of course it was delicious there but it's really easy to make at home and you know that's what this blog is all about.....doing things I love in a sustainable way.
Here's a link to one of my new fav blogs; Kara Newman's, "the Tasting Table," where she helps us make a
London Fog:
To accompany that aromatic tea, I also made a steaming, hot bowl of oatmeal, loaded with
almonds, walnuts, sunflower seeds, cranberries, and PUMPKIN seeds. (more about that later) and sprinkled with my homemade pumpkin spice mix. If you want to read my blog post about making pumpkin spice latte's...interestingly written this time last year, click here to read my
Simple Pleasures post where I share my pumpkin spice mix recipe. Oh how the weather was different then.
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| My London Fog, made from Early Grey tea, steaming almond milk and vanilla...and oatmeal loaded with pumpkin seeds and other healthy additions...perfect for a snowy Autumn morning |
Now back to this year's blog post.....
Time is a funny thing. If we take too long processing the
changing seasons of life, our life is over before we know it. I don't want to live like that; dragging my butt into one season after the next. I want to be excited, like my children who were thrilled with the prospect of snow arriving. They still remember how to live in the moment, excited and grateful for all the beauty and gifts of each season. And like the word,"Bummer," which Victoria recently adopted, my children have influenced me.
My children have been my best TEACHER'S in life. I am going to learn this lesson well and allow it to translate into
other areas of my life. Instead of warming up to any occasion and carefully dipping my toe in, I plan to enthusiastically take a run and dive in with abandoned glee. As I come to the surface, I will ask my friend, “the
changing season,” what do you have planned for us this year?"
So cheers!....lifting my red mug full of my homemade London Fog. Here's to another winter season!
And before I close I wanted to share a bit of what I learned recently about the
power of Pumpkin Seeds.We were blessed with a lot of pumpkins this year. We grew four small ones in garden. Then around, Oct 9th, my hubbie's birthday, we took the little kids to our local pumpkin patch and got four more. Then as if we didn't have enough, our twins went on a field trip with their grade one class to a local farm orchard and selected two more pumpkins. We were abundantly wealthy in Pumpkins!
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| David's birthday where I made him a chocolate zucchini cake with the last of my fresh zucchini's from the garden |
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| Children of the corn.....at our Anne's Road Pumpkin Patch |
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| Oh I'm wishing upon the GREAT Pumpkin said William with his sisters, Kate and Tori |
When David and the kids were carving them last week, for Halloween, (was it just a week ago?) I made sure that they set aside enough seeds to replenish my seed supply for planting next spring but also, I wanted some to roast. I knew the seeds were a good source of zinc but
after a bit of research, I found out even more and I thought, what a good blog post to share with you.
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| The night before Halloween the kids drew up pictures and David carved their pumpkins | |
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| Kathryn, Victoria and William, all dressed up on Halloween morning....ready for the School's yearly costume parade |
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| Our front door with corn stalks from our garden, a homemade spider over head, wisps of spider web, and pumpkins....we had pumpkins all down our drive way too....we also play scary music coming from our garage. Sadly, we only got 19 kids this year! |
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My princess, Darth Vadar, and our Witch, heading out with their dad for an evening of trick or treating...it's a bit rainy tonight and our spider leg's are really moving....scary~~~
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| Groovy Grace heading off with her Elf fairy friend....this may be the last season of trick or treating for her...BUMMER!!! |
All I learned about pumpkin seeds......
Did you know that those little kernels are loaded with way more than zinc? They are particularly beneficial to vegetarians and vegans, as they are packed with protein as well. Further, the seeds are an
excellent source of vitamins and essential omega 3-6-9’s as well and have an unparalleled
payload of minerals. A quarter cup of the nutty kernel has 73 per cent of the
recommended daily amount of manganese, 47.7 percent for magnesium, 16.8 per
cent for zinc and 15.7 per cent for iron. There is compelling research as well,
that this little green seed, may help you side step Alzheimer’s,(something we should all be concerned about as we age) cardiovascular
disease, cancer, diabetes, depression, (something that happens to me in the winter) immune dysfunction and osteoporosis. Do
I have to say more?
Well if you insist, this little seed boasts a dizzying array
of carotenoids, polyphenols, and plant sterols that have been shown to have anti-cancer,
anti-inflammatory and anti-viral properties.
WOW!
So if you already threw out all your pumpkin seeds after
carving your jack-o-lanterns, you can always pick them up at your nearest bulk
store and toss them in your salads, in your oatmeal, like I do, or even throw
them on top of your winter casseroles and toss them in your stews. Who needs meat!
If you did save them,...yahoo!.... let’s roast some and have a stash in
our pantry. It’s easy to roast pumpkin seeds.
How to Roast Pumpkin seeds:
Simply, remove them from the pumpkin and let them dry on a cotton
dish towel. Pat them dry and remove any lingering pulp off of them. Then spread them evenly on a baking sheet to
let them dry for about 48 hours. Once they are dry they are ready to roast.
Simply pop them into a pre-heated 200 degree F. oven for 15 to 20 minutes. Watch carefully that they don't burn. When
you pull them out you can sprinkle them with some sea salt, or some garlic
powder, or cumin...great if you are using them for snacking. Since I put these seeds into
everything, I wait to season them depending on what I use them for. In my
oatmeal today, I sprinkled my homemade pumpkin spice on top and it was so yummy.
Tasted like the best of fall and WINTER!!!
So my dear family and friends, that’s the latest from the
homestead. As we travel through the last days of fall, I hope you relish each day wherever you are in the world and whatever weather you are experiencing. Mother Nature is always filled with delight
and goodness. Sometimes we just need to look under the snow.
Until we meet again,
may you be well, happy and peaceful.
Blessings from Hope
