It's hard to describe...
What autumn in Arizona is like.
How springy it is and how it doesn't feel like October should be behind us.
It's like being discombobulated, intoxicated by the scent of abundant fall roses.
But also, the intense heat wanes, and you come back to life.
Greeted by glorious weather beyond compare.
Confused, rubbing your eyes, wondering what day it is?
Like if waking up from a deep sleep.
Where am I?
Slowly I spy autumn.
I want to do all the things that less garden chores brings.
I am taking little garden breaks this week after a very very long summer.
I have more time to do other things outside of the garden.
Of course I loooove the garden beyond measure.
But a break is so delicious.
Not having to bolt out of bed to tend garden, but instead sip tea, first thing in the morning.
So, I guess you can say, I am slowing down.
But only for a few days as the holiday rush makes my head spin.
What day is it, where am I?
You can see from all the new petals how the confusion could be quite grand.
And this too, I would have no other way.
It's like a secret garden, when it shouldn't be.
But it is.
Gifting glorious weather in Arizona.
I receive parcels.
Some with treasures from 1880.
Oh my, oh me!
Others with fabric and ribbon and clay.
So much to do, so much to do.
I am grasping.
Trying to do it all and take it all in and not let a morsel drop.
Alas, it's not possible.
I lay in the garden, on a warm sunny patch of earth, and just watch flowers sway.
It's sometimes all you can do.
Stop and smell the roses, hmmm, what a concept, haha!
Linens and linen closets beckon.
The evening chill even lets me grab flannel.
I take everything out, making some sense of things.
The cosmos continue on.
As though time is endless.
As though spring is eternal.
At times it seems like it.
As we eat fresh tomatoes in the garden today.
And yet, there are small signs.
That it really is November.
I gifted one of my Jack-o-lanterns to the scarecrow today.
A fresh head should surely delight him, as he smiles amongst pecan trees.
There is mad fluttering everywhere, still.
Love it so.
It's a bizarre Arizona after-all.
It can not be denied, can it?
Wings in pumpkin head eyebrows :-)
I do little drawings every night, on these lovely cool breeze evenings.
Forgive me if I posted these already, I can't recall?
Some slowly becoming other things.
Making their way to what is to come.
If I can get control of myself long enough....
To leave the garden and warm sun, and venture back into the studio.
I wanted to take a couple days off this week.
Alas, the chores of an adult human never cease do they?
But maybe tomorrow.
Yes, maybe tomorrow will be that day?
To pretend I am 10, with not a care in the world.
What is happening in your neck of the woods?
Oh, do fill me in ,won't you?
I made roasted tomatillo salsa, it was unreal.
Used this recipe by Rachael Ray, just added a smidge of sugar to cut the slight tomatillo tart/bitterness.
I had to quadruple the recipe (lots of tomatillos) and it worked great.
I also used different chilies.
I really don't think you can go wrong whatever you use.
I also made enchilada pie, it was amazing.
Used this recipe loosly.
I made my own sauce with chilies and roasted peppers plus tomato etc.
It's a great recipe and you can change it up without fail.
This is a terrible night shot, forgive me.
But it will feed you for days.
You make it in a spring form pan, so when you release the form it looks like this.
Of course, you can make it in any pan, it doesn't "have" to be spring form.
You just won't take it out of the pan.
It was delicious, really.
And healthy too, for the most part.
I put foil over a cookie sheet and then put my pan on it, as it will boil over.
post post script:
If you are not on instagram, here is a funny little montage of me in the cottage loft, and the pups sad that they can't get up in there to take all my covers and give me a tiny corner of the bed, hee hee ;-)