The last week or so, my walks with our dog, Freyja, in the morning have been an ethereal experience.
The sun rises later now, which means we are often out just as dawn breaks. The first streams of light coming over the hills and across the lake seem to magically bring to life everything in the orchard. It is as if fairies dust the trees to make the leaves sparkle in every hue from yellow to red, and the green grass glows as if someone plugged it in, like a Light-Brite toy.
The last fruits still clinging to the branches of the trees hang like luminous Christmas ornaments awaiting their debut and the animals have a luster to their fur that gives them a royal air, like creatures from inside that famous wardrobe in author C.S. Lewis’s novel. (The one with the lion and the witch, remember?)
I love autumn, when the colours change and everything seems to be lit from within. I breathe more deeply on autumn mornings, trying I think to inhale some of that magic and keep it with me.
I love that all creatures, big and small, move proudly with purpose this time of year. They have a plan and they stick to it so that they will be prepared for winter.
The plants make a gracious stage exit from the scene in fall, claiming centre stage with their glorious colours and gradual decline. Even my drying sunflowers in the garden retain some majesty as they sway in the wind and provide sustenance for the hard-working birds.
The one thing I wonder about as I get older is the lack of insight in humans amidst nature’s constant reminders that everything is connected. Sure, we pull out our winter clothes as a gesture to recognize the change in seasons, but do we stop to enjoy what each season represents and remember to appreciate what each one offers?
Nowadays, it is easy to separate ourselves from the world around us. We eat pineapple in the winter as easily as we eat apples. Many birds fly south, so why can’t we be snowbirds?
I am not trying to say we should take winter on as punishment or retribution, but I do think that stopping to enjoy a crisp B.C. apple or baking some local squash can give you a moment of reflection and appreciation for our own corner of the world. That is where the magic light I spoke of comes from.
This week, take a walk through a park or lead your dog along the Mission Creek paths to enjoy the leaves. Maybe you’ll even have time to make a pile of leaves to jump in with the kids or the dog. If you are only willing to submit to a virtual experience, then enjoy watching an expert taking the plunge, Stella, the Labrador.
As a closing note, my hubbie, chef Martin (thechefinstead.ca) has offered up an autumn recipe.
“Once you are back at home, don’t waste time and put the kids to work before they go back to their TV or IPod and leave you alone in the kitchen. Apple Cobbler is so simple to make, you should have your kids do it while you sit back with a glass of wine. But be sure to watch them, just to make sure they don’t set the kitchen on fire,” he says.
Apple Cobbler
Filling:
8 apples
1/2 cup brown sugar
1/4 lb butter
A touch cinnamon
A touch of nutmeg
Batter:
2 cups flour
2 eggs, beaten
1/2 c. milk
1/2 c. sugar
1 1/2 tbsp. baking powder
A touch of vanilla
A pinch of salt
Peel and slice apples, put them in 8 inch square pan. Sprinkle with brown sugar and cinnamon and bake for 10 minutes at 400 F. Take it out and let it rest 10 minutes. Then make the batter with flour, egg, sugar, milk, vanilla, baking powder and salt. Pour over apples. Bake at 350 F for 35 to 40 minutes.
Serves six to eight, and is delicious with whipped cream or Greek yogurt.
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