Over the weekend, and especially today, was the first time I looked at the sky, breathed in the air, watched it get dark before 8:00 pm and realized, “Yes, Fall’s here.” I’m sure it was like that for most people since we weren’t given a chance to feel it during the heat wave we had until recently. I don’t know, though. I was in California for a week in September. Maybe back then all of you east coasters were wearing mittens, sipping your pumpkin lattes and breathing in the changes of the season.
This weekend brought shoes and socks for Scarlet who hasn’t perfect walking yet (meaning: she still falls on her butt a lot when tired) but I also realized that the barefoot baby look will no longer go unnoticed in public. This weekend also brought the thought of a winter coat for Scarlet, and my good friend graciously picked up a scarlet colored one (of course) for us.
Friday was just a relentless rain day but a semi-coherent girl’s night was definitely worth the trip out. And then Saturday was just pure glorious and the air was so crisp and the sky so blue. It wasn’t warm but I could probably live every day of a year like that with no problem. Jacket in the shade, t-shirt or tank in the sun. Glorious. We had a wonderful potluck to go to at night and decided to tweak and perfect an old famous Bowman recipe: Pumpkin Stew. First we had to pick some perfect pumpkins:
I’ll write for you (read: ask Cassidy to write for you) the recipe if there’s a high demand but let’s just say it required two large pumpkins – one to use the pumpkin “meat” from and one to use both to bake the stew in and to serve the stew in. We were resourceful and thought of the best sausage we could think of (wild turkey sausage from Hillside Pizza) and called them up to ask if we could buy some from them. And then our stew had two kinds of beans, two kinds of rice, and many vegetables and spices. We went to our neighbor’s party, me holding 25 pounds of baby and diaper bag, and Cassidy holding like 45 pounds of pumpkin stew. It was a hit:
Then today, Sunday, we spent most of the day in Conway for the Festival of the Hills and to see Grandma and Grandpa’s finished yard, garage and driveway. I actually didn’t take any pictures at the festival because I left my camera in the diaper bag in the car at the top of a hill. So yes, we had to trudge up the hill for diaper changes, and yes, I left my camera and wallet in my car in the center of town. It’s Conway, though! It’s a classy place. I get uncomfortable at some of the sleazier fairs and festivals but this one was so wholesome and healthy and beautiful. Afterward we got to the big red grandparent’s house and took somewhat ridiculous pictures outside:
Ahh, fall…the season I used to love until it started leading me into a New England winter. Eh, I still love it. It’s no spring but you can’t deny that fall’s got style. Nighttime found me on a chilly emergency drugstore run listening to three songs on repeat:
“F**k You” by Cee Lo Green
“We Used to Wait” by Arcade Fire
“Creep” by Scala and Kolacny Brothers
It was a those particular three songs kind of night.
Next weekend: WEDDING!! YIKES.