I’ve gotta be honest, Fall is one of the hardest times for me to live here. There are no such things as pumpkin patches and apple orchards. There is no “Fall feeling in the Air”, crisp cool days and trees turning colors. I have often thought about asking my fruit guy if I could go to his families’ village and pay them to pick apples off of their tree. But that just seems a little silly. So we do what we can with making pumpkin things from scratch and making sure to bring “fally” candles from America. My friends here think we are absolutely crazy to make sweet, cake type things out of pumpkin, as they use it exclusively for savory dishes. And sometimes I think we ARE crazy with the amount of time we spend to make pumpkin puree (but do it! It’s worth it!).
Anyway, we headed up to the mountains this past saturday to visit friends and I declared this our Fall Fun Day! We brought sweatshirts and I wore a brown cardigan and we were going to celebrate Fall by climbing in the mountains. And by the end of the day, it felt like Fall. There were boxes and boxes of apples along the road waiting to be sold and in the air was the sweet smell of just picked apples. Walnuts were laid out on roofs drying out in the sun. And when we left a man handed us a bag FULL of apples and walnuts.
So, yeah, it wasn’t a pumpkin patch fall day. But it was Beautiful and Full and Life-Giving and for Those things, I am continually Thankful.