is how time seems to fly.
– Kejt, what’s that mmmmazing smell? – says my sister as soon as she enters the house.
It is a lovely smell. Pumpkin and spice. A cake. With the pecan crumble.
I made a cake, and she bought me nacho chips and dip.
October is out the door, not turning back to check if I’m ready for November. It’s All Saints’ Day tomorrow. And then anniversary, and then Remembrance Day.
A month of profound nostalgia.
There might be some snow, too.
As the hawk screeches over the naked trees, the flame flickers, wedged between the vase and the stone, beaten by the howling wind.
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lovely food and lovely vibez!
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Dear Kejt, I love the way this little post captures the bittersweet passage of October into November. There is something wonderfully evocative about the aroma of pumpkin and spice, a freshly baked cake shared in exchange for nachos and dip, and a flock of wild geese crossing the autumn sky. These seemingly ordinary moments often become the ones we remember most fondly.
Your closing lines introduce a different atmosphere altogether, with the hawk’s cry, the bare trees, the flickering flame and the howling wind. It is almost as though the season itself is preparing to turn a page, carrying with it memories, anniversaries and the quiet melancholy of approaching winter. A lovely blend of domestic warmth, autumn nostalgia and a touch of spookiness. Thank you for letting us share in these little October moments.
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