Falling for Fall

We had home group at our house for the first time in a long time. Folks were gathered around our table eating squash soup, two chilis, and one chicken soup, foccacia and sourdough (all homemade!). I think there is nothing like folks around your table eating food we all made. The lights from Clara's family party, sphere-bulb Christmas lights were strung around the dining room and we were discussing, of all things, Communion. Anne Lamott refers to a Ray Carver short story where after tragic and strange turns of events, myriad folk end up around a counter at a bakery as the day dawns. This is communion, doing this mysterious act of remembrance but also this act of feasting on salvific bread and wine because you are spiritually famished. Anyway, as I looked around last night, I thought, yeah, let's do a lot of this this fall.

Other hopes for the fall:
-to wrestle the thicket in the backyard and dispose of those vines
-to put the crocus and tulip bulbs in the ground before it freezes
-to go for leaf hikes at Kitchen's Lane
-to obtain a cord of firewood
-to finish sewing the table runners from Clara's friends' birthdays
-to perfect Lisa's pumpkin soup recipe
-to put together some nice hand me downs to donate to the Maternal Wellness Center's new "gently used" section

Probably a list long enough for two seasons. Some things will get done. Others will just have to be let go. Such is the nature of fall.

Photos: Kids at a Costume/Birthday Party and Geoff and sons in the sincerest pumpkin patch