I just took a gander at my fall decorations. One box is dedicated to all things Halloween, one for Thanksgiving and one sort of in-between, some faux gourds, fall colored napkins and placemats, the things I was chomping at the bit to start adding to my home as I subtracted the soft hues of summer. Last year, I couldn’t wait to break open those boxes, I was all about finding the perfect pumpkin spice recipes, pulling together my autumnal wardrobe, anything at all that might influence the Universe to bring the temperature and humidity down.
It was my second year going through the pause portion of menopause, the hot flash part, the mild impatience part. I’d already walked through the fires of depression, fear and dramatic mood swings, I could feel it all winding down, except feeling so darned hot, and impatient. With fall on it’s way, relief was just on the horizon, if cooler weather would just make an entrance, if I could just be a little more comfortable in my ever changing body and mind.
This year there is no rush, flurry of decorations and cleaning, though I did update my Pinterest boards…that seemed easy and a bit inspiring. In the old days, I would have ignored my desire to wade in, and would have followed my fall planner, cleaning my home throughly to make way for fall decor, making freezer meals in preparation for busy nights shuttling my daughter to and from ballet or other activities.
With Roger and me, there is no need for a month’s worth of cooking, and, for the most part, the house stays pretty clean. So maybe I’ll start wading in with a vacuum and dust, no need to tear the house apart. I’ll ease into fall a little at a time this year–I think with my first Pumplin Spice latte–homemade–today. Here’s a recipe I found last year and adapted to my taste.