Autumn Love
I was born in autumn, and I’ve had an affinity for the season ever since. In recent years I’ve had difficulty with the humid heat of summer, so I’m relieved when the crisp breezes blow in, even though I despise the damp cold and grey skies of winter in Toronto. It’s always a dance between being present for the few months that autumn lasts and spending them bracing myself for winter. This year, though, I’m really feeling the love, letting myself sink into the sensations of fall… My taste buds switched over weeks ago from salads to stews and roasted vegetables. This past weekend we cooked beef brisket for the first time, and it was phenomenal. I’ve started to crave tea again — in the summer I mostly just drink coffee and cold beverages. We’ve started baking again — next weekend is Canadian Thanksgiving and we’ll be doing GF pumpkin pie, as usual. I’ve been enjoying pulling out my hoodies, warmer cardigans, and plaid flannels (shout-out to Patagonia, who carry a properly thick cotton flannel shirt in lots of colourways, although I just went for blue because of course I did). I’ve even worn my down vest a couple of times already — it’s Canada, what can I say? It hasn’t been all that cold at night, so we’ve been leaving the bedroom window open a crack, which makes it deliciously cool and makes our blankets feel even cozier — a feeling I really miss in the summer. This is…