Autumn has came with all its mighty wind and chill.
I write sitting outside, under the caravan porch, and hear the oak and eucalyptus’ leaves rustling in the wind. I wrapped myself in wool before coming out, and my coffee got cold too quickly, but I feel too lazy to heat it up.
The rain has brought the mosses back to life, and they seem to shine again, a renewed shade of golden green that warms my heart, despite the coldness that gets to my bones.
There is still the ocasional sunny warm day, but it’s rare now. When it comes, the garden is one of our favorite places to be, planting small seedlings and weeding around tiny plants, without getting the hands cold from cold dirt.
I am still giving thanks for the rain… It means we can plant and harvest leafy greens as much as we want… As a matter of fact, plant whatever we want, really, because we no longer need to worry about the lack of water on the land. Rain is so abundant.
I’ve been harvesting whatever is left, but mostly planning the fall & winter garden and preparing endless trays of seedlings to relocate to the garden in a couple of weeks. It’s funny because every garden season I find myself thinking “next season will be better”. It’s a bit like aiming to the horizon, only to see it getting further away every time, but it still gives me pleasure.
And I assure you, every growing season is better than the previous one. Oh, it is.
We’re appreciating our mornings wholeheartedly. They have a different taste now, because our girl has started kindergarten a few weeks ago. It’s a rather bittersweet feeling, but mostly sweet I think. We are all happy. Me and Sam have time for working together, talk together, chew our food when we eat! She is full of joy and tiredness when we pick her up, so all is good. All is really good.
The cold weather is here, but so many things bring warmth. Our lovely neighbours, the house building going steadily, all that knitting… And a very, very, exciting project I’m working on but still making a secret out of it- sshhhhh…
As me and Sam walked home last night with a child on the back and a torch on the front, after having dinner at a friend, we were commenting about how we often don’t value enough all we got now. It’s too easy to complain about things - how the house isn’t ready yet, how our bank account isn’t bursting with money, how the rainwater harvest system isn’t up yet… Wow. If we gave less attention to all these isn’ts and more to the is and gots, our minds would feel lighter.
So this is what I’m doing this Autumn. Holding my loved ones close, my chickens & garden & knitting within an arm’s reach, and accepting the fact that maybe our house won’t be finished in a week or two. Maybe not even in a month. And that’s ok. I’ll just make myself a nice cup of tea from my garden’s herbs, chat with my neighbours (who are going / have gone through the same) and trust the process.
Happy Autumn, north hemisphere folks!
And happy Spring for the south ones!