Whew. September. I love it. Bring it on. School’s in. Trees still have leaves*. Tomatoes and peaches. Mmmm.
Remember how all 4 Kids are in school all day? (Insert giddy giggle here.) I have learned a few delightful truths these past few days. For instance, nothing coats your house in a blanket of Wholesome better than baking up some brown bread. Everyone who came in yesterday sniffed the air and said, “Mmmmm.” And at the risk of offending the low-carb holdouts among us, I’ll tell you that today I made those baguettes I’ve talked about. And they are gorgeous. Not too pretty to eat, because I have yet to meet that loaf of bread. But very pretty. Also a crusty, crunchy rosemary loaf. Oh, baby. And did you know that bread sings? I’m not being metaphorical. When I took these loaves out of the oven, they did this fabulous crackling thing in the chilly kitchen. For several minutes, on the counter behind me, they sang the “I’m becoming the perfect crust of bread” song. I love that song, did you know?
Another thing: Writing a thousand words is bliss.
Also, reaching the word-count goal? Bliss again. If I’m being unclear, let me restate. Today, I hit the magic 50,000 word mark, so I have the meat of The New Book all there. I can go longer (and I will, because you know, I like to fill in those gaping holes) but I have reached the lower-limit number, and I am delighted. Truly.
And when the writing part is done and the bread is made and the produce is harvested and the laundry is folded and the lawn is mown (mowed?) and the floor is swept and the bills are sent? I have a heavy and dense copy of “Gone With the Wind” to keep me from school-day-induced loneliness. Oh, Scarlett, you nasty. I love you. I’ve never actually liked such an unlikable heroine. Except Emma Woodhouse. She’s a piece of work, too. But I love Scarlett.
And what does September bring to you?
*So I have this thing. I love fall. I grew up in a place where fall was a season, like one that lasted three months, with chilly mornings and warmer afternoons and magical tree-color changes and smells of burning things. I love it. It’s maybe my favorite (when it’s happening – but really? Once it’s spring, I really neeeeeed spring.) But here in the FMs** fall is less a season and more a condition, for a week or maybe two. And I mourn once the leaves have fallen.
**(FMs = Frozen Mountaintops)
(16) Comments for this blog
I live in that magical fall place. I love it. My very favorite season. Congrats on reaching your word count. I’m just beginning a new one and can’t wait to see where it takes me.
I live in that magical fall place. I love it. My very favorite season. Congrats on reaching your word count. I’m just beginning a new one and can’t wait to see where it takes me.
I hear you on the whole fall thing…it’s my favorite…if only it lasted longer here!!!!
….and P.S. I might need you to teach me how to make bread that sings…mine only hums a little…somewhat off-key.
I hear you on the whole fall thing…it’s my favorite…if only it lasted longer here!!!!
….and P.S. I might need you to teach me how to make bread that sings…mine only hums a little…somewhat off-key.
Yea September!!! I love, love, love fall!
Yea September!!! I love, love, love fall!
The thing I miss the most when fall rolls around in Southern California is the smell of burning leaves. It’s a defining scent of childhood for me.
The thing I miss the most when fall rolls around in Southern California is the smell of burning leaves. It’s a defining scent of childhood for me.
Oh, and congrats on the word count! I’m plugging along slowly but surely on my new one and it feels so good to be drafting again. I don’t want to finish my other revisions. I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna!
Oh, and congrats on the word count! I’m plugging along slowly but surely on my new one and it feels so good to be drafting again. I don’t want to finish my other revisions. I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna!
I’m new to the FM, fresh from the land of 10,000 Frozen lakes, so I’m really curious about how all this season shifting will take place. My daughter starts preschool tomorrow so I’ll get my very first dose of “home alone.” How ever shall I celebrate?
I’m new to the FM, fresh from the land of 10,000 Frozen lakes, so I’m really curious about how all this season shifting will take place. My daughter starts preschool tomorrow so I’ll get my very first dose of “home alone.” How ever shall I celebrate?
I’m hoping September brings me some recipes. Bread recipes, to be specific. *winkwinknudgenudge*
I adore September. Spiced cider, baking, baking, and more baking. Pot full of soup on the stove, the crackly warm of the fire…
I’m hoping September brings me some recipes. Bread recipes, to be specific. *winkwinknudgenudge*
I adore September. Spiced cider, baking, baking, and more baking. Pot full of soup on the stove, the crackly warm of the fire…
Lovely, lovely post. I may have to put aside packing and start a loaf of bread.
Lovely, lovely post. I may have to put aside packing and start a loaf of bread.