It's a homey time of year for me. All I want to do is stay near the stove and the fireplace and smell something good cooking or baking. Mr. Cottage came home today and found where I was in the house by following the scent of freshly ironed linen. "You smell good," he says, making it clear that it's the pressed laundry he's referring to. We laugh.
I'm thinking ahead to a full house for the holidays. Where will everyone sleep? What will we serve? What needs to be brought out and cleaned up or dusted? What needs putting away?
It's a time for hunting and gathering things up like other creatures in nature do. I think of buying yarn and knitting. Studying cookbooks. It's a sort of mild temporary insanity with an up side.
It's a season for old favorites, and the good stuff. A nice time for handing things down, and telling old stories. For humming "Over the river and through the woods" while getting things ready.
Are you hunting and gathering up too?
I hope it's a beautiful season for you.