I live alone with my preschooler in an off-grid cabin on a remote island off the coast of British Columbia.
"Don't wish me happiness I don't expect to be happy all the time....It's gotten beyond that somehow. Wish me courage and strength and a sense of humor. I will need them all." Anne Morrow Lindbergh
Friday, 14 August 2015
Sunday morning when I went outside I couldn't help but notice drifting through the trees like a swan in the mist was my neighbour's smoke. They had lit the first morning fire belonging to fall. It was cool enough but I decided against following suit as I was going to make canned applesauce on the gas stove. It was a labour of joy and I wanted to dance amongst the apples and jars in the sweet smelling warm heat. Canning does this to me. Lunch was easy. Thick slices of toasted home made bread with peanut butter and fresh, hot applesauce. After eating we sat down to look at an August 1990 issue of "Country" magazine. It was full of evocative images celebrating a country harvest. There were pictures of children with farm animals, a combine working a lonely field and snow geese migrating through a misty sky. I was amused to see no pictures of apples or woodshed's brimming with seasoned wood. Fall is relative and means something different for everyone - but for all of us who live with four seasons it brings change. What does fall mean to you? I told my toddler we were going to move things around for something new including some of her toys. The afternoon passed quickly and while the last batch of applesauce was in the canner an apple pie baked in the oven. After the little angel was fast asleep I put on my work clothes as I needed to go and stack firewood and that's when I saw the bunny. This - like fall it's something new.
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