Red Wine Ramblings

Does the onset of Autumn sweep anyone else away, or is it just me?

I sit around in my husband's hoodie and sweatpants and think about old camp and college days. I catch myself obsessively checking facebook to see what our friends are up to--where they're living, what they're doing. I waste what seems like hours flipping through old photos.

Yesterday was one of the first crisp Autumn days here in Maine. We thru on sweaters and headed to the beach for a playful walk before lunch. The sun was bright and there wasn't much of a breeze, but the water certainly reminded us that summer was over and winter would be here before we know it. This past week, the trees began to give their subtle hints too, that summer is gone. Its funny, the trees at the top of our drive way are changing color while the trees surrounding our pasture and along the river are still quite green--sometimes deceiving me into opening the french doors to the front porch.

My neighbor gave me a pumpkin spice candle when we moved here and now it burns in our living room constantly aside from when I am cooking. Phil is always telling me that I need to trim the wick, but I like when the flame is high and the smoke is thick.

Fall is all about flavor--the heavy spice of my vegetarian chili and the richness of my capo- chino. Fall brings late nights and early mornings--mornings that are best spent trying to get out of bed, but being pulled back in. Most of all, I love the possibilities that come with this season. The possibility of that weekend getaway to a new and lovely place--maybe a seaside escape in a port town, or a rustic adventure at camp (camping here in maine is a little cabin in the woods kindof deal--very quaint)

Its October. The month of county fairs, my husband's birthday, and beer festivals. Autumn, I invite you to linger a while this year--I have acquired a taste for you and I will drink you up like the Red Wine in the bottom of this glass...