It’s getting to be cranberry season!! Everybody cheer!! Or whine, if necessary. Go ahead, we’ll wait. *looking at watch*
I luvs me some cranberries — especially since they’re grown in Oregon. Throw a handful of dried cranberries in my morning oatmeal, and I won’t get upset. Hand me a refreshing glass of cranberry juice, cut 50/50 with ice-cold soda water, and I will follow you around the rest of the evening — fair warning. How about a whole cranberry dipped in chocolate — OMG!!!!
The only cranberry thing I don’t like is that wiggly jiggly can-shaped cranberry “sauce.” It’s too sweet, and the texture makes my tongue want to slap me, and cry “Why? How could you do this to me!?” Then I have to sooth it with a large slice of pumpkin pie, because I’m nice like that.
Okay, enough of my raptures. What Fall flavors are your favorites, and what are you most looking forward to preparing/eating? Recipes are welcome!
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Over the last two days, it’s finally been acting like Fall around here. Sure, the temps were lower — thank FSM! — but while the leaves had turned color, the leaves were sticking in the trees as if they were glued.
Yesterday, the temps dropped just low enough overnight to get the leaves falling in the wind. Fall is not my favorite season, but there’s something relaxing about watching the leaves falling out of the English walnut trees outside my windows. Ahhhh….
Oh yeah, and it’s my birthday today. 54 years old! 🙂
This is our daily open thread — what does Fall look like in your world?
Early morning on Lake McDonald in Glacier Park. It was sooooo quiet.
I’m glad we went to Glacier this last week, because certain areas in the park are closed a couple of weeks early because of bear activity. We saw an adolescent Black Bear in the road, but he was a smart bear, and ran back into the woods as soon as he saw us.
Happy first day of Fall!!!
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On fields o’er which the reaper’s hand has pass’d
Lit by the harvest moon and autumn sun,
My thoughts like stubble floating in the wind
And of such fineness as October airs,
There after harvest could I glean my life
A richer harvest reaping without toil,
And weaving gorgeous fancies at my will
In subtler webs than finest summer haze.
~Henry David Thoreau
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