Even though it’s still hot enough for morning sunburns and nighttime swims, I can feel fall in the air. It has me craving rainy movie days on the couch and pumpkin spice lattes, cozy blankets and thick socks. At one point this weekend, my mom turned up the air conditioning really high just so she could completely enjoy her early batch of wintery potato soup. I think she feels it too.
But at the same time, you don’t want to let go of the long nights and fruity cocktails and golden light that is here with summer. That’s where the bonfire comes in, to transition us from one season to the other. Sitting around the fire, mesmerized by the flames and stories being told, you don’t realize it’s gotten dark behind you. You don’t realize the cold has crept up, until you get up for another strawberry margarita or sweet piece of fig and bruschetta.
On Friday night, under a Blue Moon (the second full moon in one month), we had the inaugural lighting of a fire pit build by a friend. This will keep us warm when winter finally comes and we still want to be together outside, we agreed.
And now it’s time for Five Senses Monday, where I reflect on the weekend through the five senses. Play along in the comments or on your own blog.
The juicy sweetness of my first fig, ripe and homegrown.
Warmth from the fire on a cool evening.
People planning autumnal getaways. Who says summer is the only time you can get away?
The smell of campfire in my hair the next morning.