Belated Weekend Recap
Hola peeps and happy Tuesday. Anyone else get engulfed by the wildfire smoke over the weekend? Three days straight for us with lots of air quality alerts. I hope my Canadian friends are doing okay. It was a bit of a lazy weekend to start until it wasn't. (Thanks to me, I'm sure the Mr is mumbling under his breath.). I have been throwing myself into projects this month to keep myself from spiraling over Mom's birthday this week. Not to mention constantly fighting every aspect of gardening and I swear I typed that sentence before that last time I tried in 2020. I have fungus gnats in the elevated planters because of all of the damn rain we've been getting and the soil can't dry out for them to die off. So I got some mosquito dunks that can be cut into 1/8's and put into a gallon of water overnight and then water the area to kill the larvae then dry the soil to kill the adults. This is apparently common with organic gardening but frustrating...
When I first noticed how much I loved the fall as a kid, it was when I was in 8th grade and I was playing football for my school. Except, the days I loved most were actually the "bye weeks" (we did not call them that back then) because I was able to enjoy my Saturday in the fall the way it was before I was kind of forced into playing football - watching Saturday morning cartoons, walking outside and enjoying the crisp fall air and smelling the smells that fall brings. I remember just appreciating what I was missing out on because of being in football. Can you tell I didn't like playing? It wouldn't be until after my freshman year of HS that I finally took a stand and quit football and told my parents I was forming a rock band. That went over well (enough).
ReplyDeleteAs a child I loved planning and then making my Halloween costume. There were no purchased costumes in my household, it was all about your own creativity with maybe a trip to the local thrift store for components and to the local drug store/department store for makeup.
ReplyDeleteAs an adult I look forward to the local scarecrow and pumpkin people festivals. As a part of the local scarecrow festival they used to have a lit pumpkin walk where you could view some amazing carved pumpkins lit up at night. But it has gone down hill in the last few years, people got tired of volunteering and no one new stepped in to help. I also now love picking out and carving my own pumpkins. I'm not good enough to include a pumpkin in the walk, but I love figuring out what I want to carve and then trying to execute it. I usually carve two or three before each Halloween.
The main memories I have are the walks to the bus stop for school. I loved how dark it was in the mornings, and I loved when the leaves were damp and the skies a bit dreary on my walks home. There was a "cozy" feel to me, like I was being wrapped in a hug in a sense. In my late teens I remember listening to Yanni on the boombox making crafts with a candle lit. It's something about the lighting outside that just invoked a calmness in me. It's probably why I tend to like the rainy non-sunny days now.
ReplyDeletePicking out a pumpkin and then carving it at home! I also loved picking apples from my Grandma's apple tree.
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